NEW YORK FASHION WEEK IN 6 HYSTERICAL SENTENCES

We’re back! Suitcases full of invitations, backstage passes and yes, freshly purchased items. Helmut Lang, J.Crew, Club Monaco all came back with us to Holland. Plus these hysterical sentences that made us laugh and perfectly captured the wonderful craziness of New York.

Liesbeth paid a visit to the ultra luxe multi brand store Jeffrey’s in the Meatpacking District. Jill Sander on the left and Dries van Noten on the right, but something tells us that the manager is at this very moment searching the web for that exclusive label ‘Zara’.

The over-programmed waitress from SpiceMarket wanted to make sure that none of their dishes would end in a court case. No worries ma’m, yesterday we had a bad case of by phasic anaphylaxis but we’re totally fine today.

A backstage worker who was at boiling point asked me in her most subtle manner if I would move, or die or whatever. As long I could disappear. Disapear.

It’s rather confrontational going out with Liesbeth- 1.78m-without-heels-but-1.88m-with-heels-Rasker. I got shoved towards the journalists and Liesbeth towards the models, every time we stepped foot backstage to do a report.

Every taxi ride to our Park Avenue loft was a party, if only to hear this sentence. Nonchalantly spoken with a local accent (as far as possible).

See point 4, Liesbeth Rasker did not go unnoticed by the New Yorkers.