At the time of writing, it is almost 23:00. I am sitting at the table in our apartment and wherever I look, there are clothes or shoes of mine, cables and wires from Sas, and kitchen clutter from both of us. It's super fun that EVERYTHING has to be packed tonight and that there is still work to be done. My eyelids are lead-heavy and I am exhausted from all the impressions today because I can tell you, there were quite a few. Tomorrow the alarm goes off at a comfortable 06:30, so that is at least a very reassuring prospect. But let me tell you about Tuesday.

We actually started that at the Grand Palais for the Chanel show. Chanel is the highlight of fashion month, we can wrap a lot of cloths around it, but that's how it is. And that is not only visible at the venue (this time the Grand Palais was transformed into a French Bistro) but also on the street, where there was an unprecedented hustle and bustle of photographers, police, famous people, less famous people, attractive people, less attractive people – in short, plenty to see. Together with Sas, I try to push through the hedge of people to score some quotes, but it is quite a task. By the way, here is the result.

Once we have survived Chanel and processed the worst hysteria, we walk a few streets further to Avenue Montaigne for a visit to the Escada showroom. By the way, this avenue also has the Plaza Athénée hotel and restaurant L’Avenue, where Jet and I had lunch last season together with Kim Kardashian.

The new collection from Escada is based on dance and movement, and that was visible in the graceful pieces made of supple fabrics. I found intense love in a floor-length coat made in dozens of different colors and a white suit with handmade golden buttons.

The always cheerful Cécilia from Maison PR was also present, and of course, we had to take a selfie with the view of the Eiffel Tower. I still find that thing beautiful.

After Escada, we quickly rush by our apartment. I was hopelessly optimistic about the weather, so I left happily without a jacket, but that turned out to be a bit too enthusiastic, so I am now standing outside with blue legs. In the apartment, we do a quick recharge moment for both human and phone and then sprint back to the metro for the next show: Valentino.

And that is in the Tuileries. Look, Chanel was grand, but Valentino was possibly even grander. Especially in terms of street spectacle. There is indeed a catwalk laid out from Place de la Concorde to the tent in the Tuileries where the guests can parade on their way to the entrance. All the usual suspects pass by, but also Johannes and Olivia. When I see them walking towards me from a distance, my heart really stops for a moment. I know, I know, it's too childish, but that couple just does something to me.

Once everything is a bit settled, the show is about to begin. Sas and I catch our breath on a chair and prepare for round two: the aftershow. We hear a lot of cheering coming from the tents, which later turned out to be because Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson walked across the runway, which means that indeed a Zoolander 2 is coming. After that, we throw ourselves back into the crowd, dragging them in front of the camera and stalking them to the bitter end (just kidding).

When everyone has finally left, we pack our bags too. Off to the apartment. The rush is slowly subsiding and fatigue is increasing. On Wednesday, we have the Louis Vuitton show at 10:00 (which is damn on the other side of Paris) and before we can go there, we need to go to Gare du Nord to drop off our suitcases, which we can't leave in the apartment because we have to hand it over by 11 o'clock. Long story short, the alarm goes off at 06:30. And did I already mention that I still have to fit ALL my clothes into one suitcase? Fashion week, nobody said it would be fun.

(hahaha just kidding, it's mega super duper fun)