NEW YORK FASHION WEEK IN 6, HYSTERICAL, SENTENCES

We are back. A suitcase full of invites, backstage passes, and yes, quite a bit of freshly purchased goods. Helmut Lang, J.Crew, Club Monaco all made it to the Netherlands. And these sentences that we laughed hysterically about and that capture the delightful madness of New York.

Liesbeth visited the ultra-luxury multibrand store Jeffrey’s in the Meatpacking District. There’s Jill Sander on the left and Dries van Noten on the right, but something tells us that the purchasing manager is currently frantically searching for that exclusive label that goes by the name ‘Zara’.

The over-programmed waitress at SpiceMarket wants to know if their dishes will not land her in a lawsuit. No worries, ma’am, yesterday we were seriously suffering from biphasic anaphylaxis but today we’re totally fine.

A backstage staff member who is about to boil over asks me in her most subtle way if I want to resolve things on the spot, die, whatever. As long as I disappear. Disap-p-e-ar.”

Quite confronting, you know, going out with Liesbeth-1.78-but-with-heels-188-Rasker. Everywhere we go for a backstage report, I am directed towards the journalists and Liesbeth towards her model friends.

Every taxi ride to our Park Avenue loft was a party, if only to let this sentence, of course very nonchalantly and as local as possible, roll off our tongues.

See point 4, Liesbeth Rasker has not exactly gone unnoticed by the New Yorkers.”