Joe, this is a happy person speaking because while I type this, I am enjoying chilling with Simoon in the city where I was born twenty-seven years ago: London. It’s good to be back, baby!

Of course we’re not here just for fun, although everything here is super fun and I secretly want to ask May to start an Amayzine HQ here too, no, we are here for Fashion Week. We skipped New York for a season which I found a-okay, because as much as I love New York, I hate snow and coincidentally there was a snowstorm during NYFW.

Anyway, London then. You would think: an hour flight, you’re there in no time, but it went just a bit differently today. The flight was delayed (because it was foggy) and the trains in England I think realized that we Dutchies were on our way and thought: well, they are so used to delays from the NS, let’s not run today either. About eight hours later (the alarm went off at six this morning), a double-decker bus later and a missed first show at Fashion Week, we finally arrived at our home away from home: The Hoxton in Shoreditch.

Maybe a bit less fashion than we had hoped on our first day, but still plenty of coffee, snacks and Eggs Benedict. And starting tomorrow: a Fashion Week overdose. Promised.

Stay tuned, because tomorrow I will take you backstage and front row. Where? I’ll keep that a nice secret for now. But it’s worth it. Cheers!