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NEW YORK FW DIARY #3

Our time here in New York really is flying by and our schedules are so packed that as I’m writing this, Monday afternoon, I actually have to take a peek into my agenda to see what exactly I did two days ago. Our NY adventure is almost at a close (boohoo) but before we leave, I’m going to give you a little insight of what’s been keeping us on our toes here in the city.

Last Friday, our health editor Jet and I packed all our clothes and shoes and plummeted about 90 blocks to our new hotel in Midtown. And as we were busy packing, we were almost reconciled with the final piece of our tripod, cause May-Britt had just touched down at JFK. In our hotel lobby (Morgans Hotel), we were finally reunited. Think shrieks of happiness, infinite cuddles, and every other type of cliché behavior; we really couldn’t care less. After quickly revitalizing, we tripled on over to Bryant Park for a bite and a gulp, after which we headed to a nearby nail salon (cause hello, it takes a bit of work to have fine looking nails) to then head to our favorite restaurant Morandi in our prettiest heels and a swaying skirts. Jet and I ended the night drinking overpriced cocktails on the roof of the Dream Hotel, and after a few gins too many, we relocated to our beds for a snooze fest.

And then there was Saturday. Sticking to tradition, we started this day off at 10 AM at the Lacoste show. Usually this takes place at the Lincoln Center, however this season Lincoln is no longer the epicenter for all the shows, so all the brands you could usually find here had to hunt down new locations. Lacoste opted for the Spring Studios, where the DvF shows always takes place. Our tripod was pleasantly surprised by Lacoste who toned down their standard preppy polo story and elected to be more à la mode, yet still staying true to their core values. Two thumbs up for these guys. After the show we met up with the editor of the Dutch Glamour, sipped on a glass of wine at restaurant Felix and then headed on over to Exki where we had lunch with Dutch PR maven Karin Dijksman.

Alright, I’m going to speed this up a notch or else this diary is going to turn into some sort of epistle and ‘ain’t nobody got time for that.’ We biked (seriously) to The Standard for a work lunch, after which May-Britt headed backstage at Monique Lhuillier, Jet and I did a bit of “field research” at Saks Fifth Avenue to only end up beat and drained on our hotel couch with our laptops and a bag of chips (the veggie kind to keep our health editor happy of course). While we were slouched out on the couch, May-Britt went backstage at Alexander Wang, watched the show, and partied at the after party. Jealousy doesn’t even cut it.

Sunday, bloody Sunday. I have such a hard relationship with this day of the week. Last Sunday I joined Jet for a workout with the trainer of all trainers Ricky Aston. A personal trainer who trains anybody who is anybody. From top models to the really rich (men who invest in helicopter or airplane instructions, those kind of people just so you know). Let me tell ya, this guy is ruthless and he had even sent us an email prior to our workout with only two words: “be afraid.” Well I was, and rightfully so. I’m writing this a day after having been slaughtered in his gym and I am in so much pain. I can’t walk straight, even standing up and sitting down has become quite the struggle. But anyway. After this brutal workout, we dragged ourselves back to our hotel, changed into something more felicitous and hopped on the subway to go to the DvF show. After DvF, I headed to the Alexandria Frida show, Jet went back to Harlem to have dinner with her mother while May-Britt was nosing around backstage at Rachel Zoe.

Sunday night was party night: May-Britt was hitting it off with absolutely everyone (Naomi Campbell, Kate Upton, Mario Testino, Aerin Lauder, Alessandra Ambrosio, Constance Jablonski, Leigh Lezark – to just name a few) at Michael Kors’ party in the Boom Boom Room. I joined our lovely editor Bo and Dutch blogger Noor from Queen of Jetlags at the Bloglovin’ Awards, where she took home the award for Best Lifestyle Blog.

Alright, well the final three days I’m going to savor for my next diary. You can write entire novels if we were to write about everything in our packed schedules, but don’t worry, we’ll spare you that. As I am typing this, I’m curled up in my bed with a massive painkiller cause the pain from Ricky’s workout is still unbearable. According to Jet this would be the perfect moment to “stay on the workout bandwagon” but something in me still sees exercise as a villain and being a supporter of Team White Wine just suits me better. And luckily May-Britt is a worthy team member, though suddenly she decided to spend her mornings going out for jogs (jogs!). Man oh man, there is something in that New York City air.

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NEW YORK FW DIARY #3

The days are flying by here and are so full that I now, Monday afternoon, have to look in my agenda to see what I did two days ago. Our New York adventure is almost at an end (boohoo) but not before I tell you what we have all been up to here.

So Friday. Jet and I gathered all our clothes and shoes and descended 90 blocks to our hotel in Midtown. May-Britt flew into JFK at the same time and in the lobby of our hotel (Morgans Hotel) we flew into each other's arms, squealing and displaying other cliché behavior but hey, who cares. After a quick refresh in the room, we tripped to Bryant Park for lunch and a bite, then to a small nail salon (yes hello, having good nails is also work) and then in our heels and skirts to our favorite restaurant Morandi for dinner where Karin, Jet's mother, also joined us. Jet and I topped off the evening with ridiculously expensive cocktails on the roof of the Dream Hotel and then went to sleep just a bit too gin-toned.

Then Saturday. We traditionally start this day with the Lacoste show at 10:00 AM. Normally this is at Lincoln Center, but this season Lincoln is no longer the epicenter of Fashion Week, so all the shows that used to show there had to look for a new spot. Lacoste chose the Spring Studios, where DvF is always shown. We were all pleasantly surprised by Lacoste, which is moving away from the standard preppy/polo story and increasingly choosing the fashion side, while still remaining true to the brand's core values. A big thumbs up for that. After Lacoste, we had a glass with Sanne Groot Koerkamp, the editor-in-chief of Glamour, at the nearby restaurant Felix before heading to Exki, where we had lunch with PR queen Karin Dijksman.

Okay, I’m going to speed this up a bit because otherwise this diary is going to turn into some sort of epistle and you probably don’t want that. We biked (yes really) to The Standard for a work lunch, after which May went backstage at Monique Lhuillier, Jet and I did field research at Saks Fifth Avenue only to end up exhausted and drained on the couch in our room with our laptop and a bag of chips (the veggie kind so that’s reasonably Jetty-proof) to finish the day. Meanwhile, May was just backstage at Alexander Wang, saw the show, and was at the afterparty. I was quite jealous, I can tell you.

Sunday. Oh, I have a difficult relationship with Sunday. Because on Sunday I went with Jet to a training session with Ricky Aston, a personal trainer who trains anyone who is someone. From very top models to very rich (men who invest in the construction of helicopters and airplanes, well, you get the idea). He is ruthless and emailed beforehand with “be afraid.” Well, I was, and rightly so. I’m writing this on Monday and I am really in so much pain. I can’t walk normally, can only groan and struggle to stand up and sit down and I’m really a bit out of it. But anyway. After this brutal workout, we dragged ourselves back to the hotel, changed into something decent and hopped on the subway to go to the DvF show. After DvF, I went to a show by Alexandra Frida, Jet went back to Harlem for dinner with her birthday mother and May crawled backstage at Rachel Zoe.

The evening was for partying: May was flirting and dancing with absolutely everyone (Naomi Campbell, Kate Upton, Mario Testino, Aerin Lauder, Alessandra Ambrosio, Constance Jablonski, Leigh Lezark – just to name a few) at the party of Michael Kors in The Boom Boom Room. And I went with my friend Noor to the Bloglovin’ Awards, which she, as you read this morning, won brilliantly.

So, I’m going to save the last three days for my next diary. With three people each filling their own agenda, you could fill books with it, but we’re not going to do that. I’m typing these last sentences lying in bed with a killer painkiller because the muscle pain is really truly unbearable. According to Jet, I should now “just keep going” but something in me sees this as confirmation that exercising is also unhealthy and I really am more Team White Wine. And luckily, May is still on my team, although she also suddenly started running (running!) here in the morning. Man oh man, what that New York does to a person.