It was a busy week. Jet and Liesbeth were invited by Friends of the Brand to come to Antwerp. The train became their mobile office for a while (Jet was at one point taking interviews on the balcony) and I flew to Turin. Without the usual company but among men. Real men. Fortunately, they also appreciate fashion because my new Fendi pumps (which I ordered from Shoebaloo.nland our intern Felice picked up for me at their store on Cornelis Schuyt) got to receive some praise, accolades, and compliments.

I did have to think a bit about my outfit though. Luxury dinner but with all motorcycling and Maserati-devouring men. I chose this jumpsuit (it's kind of the luxury version of a mechanic's suit) and styled it with the pumps and my good old Chanel. The men didn’t really get that bag by the way. With every photo, they asked if they should hold my bag for a moment. Guys! This is an Outfit. You wouldn’t ask if I could take off my shoes, would you?

The next day, a drive through the mountains was on the menu. I had a lovely car, a very nice co-pilot but also fog (real fog) and a walking funeral procession in front of me. Something told me it would be particularly rude to pass them, so I stayed at a respectful distance trailing behind them and arrived at the destination at least twenty minutes later than the rest. A latte macchiato to warm up, a pasta with truffle, and a zabaglione for dessert and we flew back. Actually, there was a party scheduled for Friday, but I skipped it. I drank port, my girls ate popcorn, my love was on the way. Nothing can compete with that gala or five-star hotel.