I party therefore I exist
(Now just a dress)
This diary (I always write from Friday to Friday, you know) starts while I was recovering from quite a long Televizier Award Gala. Meanwhile, Liesbeth and Jet are already shaky and restless for the ADE. Right, the Amsterdam Dance Event. While I’m panting on the couch in front of the fireplace, all sorts of photos are coming in from people, I won't name names, who suddenly are smoking and stuff.
The weekend was pretty quiet across the street and on Monday I heard a yawn every hour that wasn’t even suppressed. Meanwhile, work was being done (hey, we are an online medium, there’s always work being done, even during party weekends don’t worry about that) and between the posts we surfed to netaporter (me) or the outnet (Jet). Because the what-should-we-wear question buzzed through the amayzine HQ.
The ball booklet is packed, you should know. Olcay Gulsen organized a dinner and okay, I managed to get away with a nice catsuit and my mattelassé. Jet and Liesbeth went to a masked Hermès ball and next week it really begins.
Monday is the finale of Holland’s Next Topmodel which we are all of course going to. Except for Jet. She has something better to do namely. The premiere of Pak van mijn Hart, the film that brother Kees directed. Quite a good excuse. They are both in Hilversum so who knows, we might dance somewhere together. And on Thursday amayzine.com is celebrating and that calls for a fitting outfit.
We run ourselves slim (a nice bonus because all those loan dresses are sample sizes) to the front door where packages are being delivered. It took three (!) delivery sessions before Jet received her perfect Pak-van-mijn-hart shoe from DvF in the right size.
Liesbeth is the only one who has known for weeks what she is wearing, only she is still undecided about the shoes. I have three beautiful Gucci dresses hanging in the vault and if I only eat lettuce this weekend, it will be just fine.
To bring my piece full circle, I end with a blurry image. Liesbeth was looking for a place to take a power nap. That Hermès ball really took a toll. Twingo showed herself once again to be a true friend, and offered her a bed where even women of 1.82 can comfortably snooze.
Now I’m going to check where the fries bags are for our party. They will be filled with Rozeval fries and truffle mayonnaise, I’m already dreaming of that. Hope the Gucci dress allows it all.
