LIESBETH AND OLIVIA,

the final chapter.

You don't even have to be the most loyal Amayzine reader to know that I'm quite a fan of Olivia Palermo and her husband Johannes Huebl. Search our site for “Olivia Palermo” and the dozens of search results are probably all hysterical pieces of my hand. When we went to New York Fashion Week for the first time last February, the first thing I thought was: 'OMG I have a chance to see her in real life.' But that didn't happen and what followed was a long, LONG year full of disappointments almost-but-not-quite meetings, and 'This is not funny' was the only thing I could utter.

“My courage had almost sunk into my shoes, but once I arrived in New York, I got a boost again and felt that it was going to happen for me this week. It just HAD to. On the first day of this NYFW, I went with Jet to Lacoste and Joss and May were backstage at Tibi,

as you may have already read here., Somewhere in the afternoon, May came in on our New York app with the text 'Liesje...' And then, then it happened. A photo of her with my Olivia, backstage at Tibi. 'This is not funny,' was the only thing I could utter, and then ten minutes later, a photo came through of Joss interviewing her, and it all became a bit too much for me, and I was unavailable for a while.. As grown-up as I am, I got over it quite quickly, but I can tell you; I didn't like it at all. It felt like the whole world runs into her at every turn, but that it will NEVER HAPPEN to me – I said dramatically. The next day we went to DvF, a show where she was definitely on the guest list. May was there, and I texted her to ask if Olivia had been spotted, but that wasn't the case. I was outside taking interviews with a camera and microphone, and then, then it happened.

Olivia came outside.

My heart stopped beating.

I NEED TO TAKE ACTION NOW.

Olivia has a knack for maneuvering quickly from door to car, so in a split second, I took off my glove and rummaged in my bag for my iPhone. 'Olivia hi I’m so sorry but could I please take a picture with you?', I hear myself say, and she looks a bit irritated at the big pink microphone in my hand and then says, 'Eh yeah sure but without the mic.' And then up goes the camera, up goes the photo, and before I knew it, she was already in the car and the moment was gone.

BUT I HAVE A PHOTO OF ME WITH OLIVIA.

After a year, it finally worked out. Now I can die peacefully and my life is complete; Olivia and I are officially BFFs.

You don't even have to be the most loyal Amayzine reader to know that I'm quite a fan of Olivia Palermo and her husband Johannes Huebl. Search our site for...