Simone's new love Mark

For weeks I had to wait to do this. In a trot and a belly full of butterflies, I finally walked into the pristine white boutique of AIM in Maastricht. I had just taken one step over the threshold when I immediately got a big fat wink from the danger on the right. Not a handsome man, not a set of weights, and also not a bottle of my favorite Bernardus. Chardonnay. That thing was red, of perfect size, at eye level, and last but not least, it also called my name. Carefully, I walked around the seducer, after all, I came to admire the boutique itself (which has recently been completely restyled by none other than Niels Maier) and of course the brand new collection of Isabel Marant Étoile.

Everything I didn't need at that moment was something in the color red. I tried on, chatted with Aimée about the trends of the season, I filled my fitting room with even more beautiful things, and I made another round, without a curve this time. I accepted the wink, gave in, and succumbed to temptation. Carefully, I swung Marc over my shoulder. The butterflies started to flutter, we were a match. I told you: a case of love at first sight. Just as it should be, simply in the Netherlands instead of Australia. Mark and I.