As I showcase Blue for the autumn scene in our building's lobby, my sunglasses slowly slide off my nose after a walk through Brooklyn due to the heat. It's October. Although it shouldn't be cold in New York around this time, it is extremely so now. This is Indian Summer+. Where this season normally stands for light jackets and long pants with sandals, all of New York is still puffing and sweating through the streets just like when it was officially still summer. So Blue and I as well. He pants, I puff. And those sunglasses promptly slide off my nose after a little half hour outside. If anyone dares to say here that climate change is a hoax...

I look in the gym mirror and see that since May I've been living on a strict diet of not exercising, only pasta, only wine, and a lot of burratas. Well, that is going to change. I've dug the Fitbit out of a very dusty drawer, a new supersonic sports outfit is on its way with UPS, and the goal is to get back to rock-hard abs and so on. To be continued?

After hanging out by the flowers of Manhattan, my girlfriend and I somehow suddenly ended up in a real shopping mania, from Midtown to Soho. No store is safe. Every fitting room is visited. And in the end, I come home with just a T-shirt and a new scarf. I find the scarf around the neck lovely on others, but on myself, I always feel like I suddenly need to look for the emergency exit. For a long time, I tied those scarves around my bag or wrist. Especially after my husband once asked me when the gate would open.

Thanks, babe. But well, the rediscovery of the scarf then. I prefer it in my hair, because I find it way too stewardess-vibe again. What about you?