I am writing this diary from the terrace of The Standard Hotel, the hotel of New York, where I am working for a few hours with May and MacBook. When I look in front of me, I see a constant stream of bizarrely well-dressed and attractive girls getting in and out of taxis while whole crowds of streetstyle photographers are jostling to take the best photo of them. On our little table, there is a bottle of Pinot Grigio next to a large platter of French cheese, delicious cold cuts, and the absolute best fries in the world – because, well, writing just goes better with wine and food. But let’s talk business, I’m going to tell you about the last two days.

On Sunday morning, May had to be at Victoria Beckham at 07:00 (where she damn well took a SELFIE with DAVID BECKHAM) because she was shadowing model Maartje Verhoef, about which I will report in detail later. Peggy and I left the house at a much more Christian hour and took a taxi to the Gansevoort Hotel for breakfast and writing. Or rather, I went to write, Peggy did “a few” shops and reached her credit card limit after two hours. Something with shoes from Nicholas Kirkwood. “Yeah, but I’m not buying boots this winter and only wearing these Kirkwoods.” Keep in mind, they are open pumps with a flimsy heel, super handy for cold and winter!

Then it’s time for me to go to the incredibly hip Milk Studios in the Meatpacking District for a glimpse behind the scenes at Tim Coppens. The makeup is done by M.A.C. Cosmetics and the girls and boys are all neatly in the chair and become a little more attractive with every stroke of the brush. After Tim, I walk a few blocks (when I walk alone on the street here, I like to pretend I’m totally a New Yorker, you know what I mean) to the Skylight Modern building for the Edun show, where I also get to peek backstage. After that, I hop in a taxi with Peggy and Kirkwood to the DvF show.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was quite a spectacle. Serious fashion people find this show kind of meh because the clothes are not necessarily groundbreaking (but very beautiful and with a high must-have factor) but my heart really started racing from the whole circus around it. The Hilton sisters were there, Anna Wintour, Rachel Zoe, Chiara Ferragni, Shea Marie and, AND, Olivia Palermo. In the show, only the absolute biggest models walk (Kendall, Maartje, Candice, Constance, Naomi (!) that kind of thing) and afterwards Diane herself does an extensive round of applause. Then there’s a moment when I can sneak backstage with May, but that does mean I can’t jump on Olivia for a selfie. Choices, choices. Backstage turns out to be amazing because I come face to face with Naomi Campbell, Whoopi Goldberg, Kendall Jenner and see Candice rushing outside.

Recovering from all the excitement, Peggy and I drive to Eat, a mega hip restaurant in the Meatpacking District and around the corner from the hotel where Cécile Narinx (editor-in-chief of Bazaar) and Esther Coppoolse (creative director of ELLE) are staying. 2 + 2 = 4 and who knows, maybe a conga line could emerge so I text Cécile and 10 minutes later we are sitting with the four of us drinking white wine and eating feta sticks, because some fashion girls do eat. Then it’s Monday morning and we have the Tommy Hilfiger show on the menu for breakfast. And that is also quite a spectacle. After that, I shoot some streetstyle pictures and then May and I walk to Lincoln Center for the Dennis Basso show (report will follow) and Peggy to Barneys because one pair of Nicholas Kirkwood shoes is of course not enough to live on.

After a short stop in our Park Avenue loft for a wardrobe change (which is important), May and I go to The Standard where I started on the piece you are now reading. We run into acquaintances left and right (.

hi Rodrigo Otazu!) and when all the fries are gone, it’s time for the end of the day: shopping. Because all those bags from Peggy make us drool for something new, so off to Fifth Avenue for a hefty dose of J.Crew, Club Monaco, Sephora, and Gap.And then we are really exhausted. Quickly home for a glass of wine combined with MacBook to finish this diary. Now it’s bedtime and I leave you behind, so sleep well. Bye and see you tomorrow!.

I am writing this diary from the terrace of The Standard Hotel, the hotel of New York, where I am working for a few hours with May and MacBook.