MAY-BRITT MOBACH

Every morning I practically strain my neck as May struts into the editorial office like a diva. Oh oh oh, when I grow up I want to be her. Every day with perfect hair, the right makeup, and the most beautiful outfit. And I haven't even mentioned the Chanel bags over her shoulder.

When I’m once again screaming in the editorial office that I’m getting restless from my clattering ovaries, there’s May who reassures me. She is living proof that everything will be alright, even if you’ve passed thirty and Mr. Perfect hasn’t shown up yet. The sweetest man, the prettiest girls, and a wardrobe that we’re all jealous of. May is it, May has it.

What do I owe my neck hernia to today? To this lovely dress by Claes Iversen, of course with bare legs because it’s spring. Over it a coat from Odeeh via PAUW, shoes from Jimmy Choo, and on my wrist the Da Vinci from IWC. And in case you don’t have our magazine on the table yet, run to the kiosk. Before you know it, issue number two will already be in the store.