Book of Máxima

She came, saw, and won immediately. Our heads, our hearts.
Máxima is such a wonderful queen that the phrase ‘si tu non ci fosse, bisognerebbe inventarti’ (in other words: if you didn't already exist, I would have to invent you) applies completely to her. She excels in everything; in beauty, warmth, intelligence, approachability, dedication, and motherhood. I once heard her sing, and she can even do that. And we haven't even talked about her taste and style. Even Queen Rania recently faded when our queen stood next to her in her dress and cloak (very strange, with Máxima you suddenly call a coat a cloak) of Claes Iversen.

Anyway. Our queen. The best-dressed woman in the Netherlands. And far beyond. No wonder they are ranked number two on Vanity Fair’s Best Dressed List in the couples category (after the Macrons) where especially Máxima’s Roksanda dress was praised. And rightly so. I was once asked during a visit to Gucci in Milan if I knew who shopped for our queen. “I know she wears us,” said the PR man in question. “But how it reaches her, no idea.”

I find it a pleasant thought if Máxima and I wear the same piece of clothing. So far, that’s two dresses and a winter coat. But I am also very curious about the creation of the looks. When does she choose her outfits? How does such a visit to a couturier go? All those nice background stories (like the creation of the blue Taminiau she wore during the abdication) are in the book ‘The Magic of Máxima’, which highlights her most important looks from the past five years. Because I was allowed to come up with a catchy sentence for the back cover, the book is proudly sitting on my desk. I will leaf through it during this Easter (by the way, this is how Easter becomes cool) once.