EDITOR’S DIARY

Anyone who thinks that the life of an editor-in-chief of a fashion platform consists solely of exclusive parties, beauty treatments, and TV recordings… is right. At least this week.

Okay, Monday was a fairly ordinary Monday (which I always enjoy intensely, just typing with the Amayzine girls, drinking tea, and occasionally singing along loudly to Pak van mijn Hart or another hit), on Tuesday I headed towards the Dam because it was there on the roof of the Bijenkorf that all the editors-in-chief and other fashion lovers were invited for a dinner. One of the nicest evenings of the year (okay, that’s still young but still, it was really fun), read here but why.

I must tell you that the Bijenkorf has become a bit more dangerous because they now also sell jewelry from Maria Black (I now have a trompe l’oeil earring that gives the impression that you have two holes) and shoes from Sophia Webster. Poor Liesbeth is seriously in the danger zone because she lives around the corner and her heart rate rises by twenty beats per minute when she has a Webstertje in her shot.

My dear friend Fred van Leer asked me for a guest role in his program Shopping Queens. Of course, I laughed at Fred but also at those famous candidates about whom I can’t say anything further. Only that there was an abundance of chocolate. Fred and I just looked at it. And pointed.

Did I do anything cultural? Luckily. There was the invitation from the Rijksmuseum to come for breakfast in the Rijksrestaurant and to see the Late Rembrandt exhibition. I really love the Rijks. The atmosphere is so open, the staff always recognize you, and you can also just take a culturally completely reprehensible art selfie. It doesn’t matter at all. And how beautiful the exhibition was. I could have easily fallen in love with Jan Six. And with the voice of Barry Atsma who guides you through the works.

Now a weekend with mine because next week the trip goes to Paris and New York. I will tell you all about it. Have a nice weekend.