EDITOR’S DIARY

After hanging out for five days at a wonderful Amsterdam fashion infusion, it was over on Monday evening. Fortunately, Claes Iversen treated us to a show so beautiful that it will stay with us for a long time. I was quite eager to get married by his pièce de résistance, that wedding dress that Pier Paolo Piccioli and Maria Grazia Chiuri (the design duo from Valentino) are jealous of.

Fortunately, there was a nice press day from Sylvia Avontuur on Tuesday where I could sniff around the latest collection from Stella McCartney for Adidas, nice Guess denim, and especially my favorite chef who made the most delicious snacks and drinks there with Philips equipment. I skipped the gin tonics for a moment (I had just detoxed for three days you remember?) but I thoroughly enjoyed the baked quinoa balls and the carrot apple juices. Man, I couldn't get enough of that kitchen and now I want one of those juicers too. You throw in whole, unpeeled pineapples and you get the perfect juice.

On Wednesday, the alarm went off early and Jet and I jumped on the Thalys to Paris. We mainly had an appointment at Louis Vuitton but then went to photograph some street style, have lunch at Costes, and eat a salad at Le Meurice. There I saw our Italian fashion friend Erica Pelosini. Exhausted from all the couture shows but still the prettiest in the city.

Sipping tea (Jet) and wine (me, you know, the spineless one) we talked about life and love. Until I looked at my watch, saw it was five to seven, and realized we had to be on the train by 19:22. The next twenty minutes consisted of eating Smint (I don't know why but we really needed that against the stress) and coming up with excuses to explain why we missed the train. But we managed. Don't ask me how, but we were on that train. This weekend we are taking a breather. I hope you are too.