The parties, the stories

I am literally typing with my coat over my gala dress. In half an hour we will get into the Uber together heading to Miss Moneypenny, a new cocktail bar with Asian food where we prefer to eat and drink with the editor of My Little Black Book. And she should know, so we are going there. After that, we will head to our friends from Vogue who are celebrating the launch of Hugo Boss The Scent at the Stedelijk Museum.

Parties. How many have we had in the past five years? The launch party was one where we needed two days to recover. Then the Look of the Year Awards, our two-year anniversary, the Christmas parties (with karaoke), the party of Michael Kors perfumes in the Boom Boom Room in New York. Oh, now that we are throwing names around, there was the party of Harper’s Bazaar (the American one, right) at the Park Plaza Hotel where all the top models were. Kate Moss, Linda Evangelista, Alek Wek; everywhere I looked, I saw an incredibly beautiful and famous person. And when I had recovered a bit from that, Lady Gaga sang blues and jazz for our rather small group of attendees.

What I also won't forget quickly was the party of Chanel in Paris where Pharrell performed for us. With Katy Perry. And that he held my hand and that we got to dance on stage.

The lunches we had to celebrate new magazines, the drinks at Jefferson, our favorite neighborhood restaurant that also serves as our second home. They even serve Ruinart Blanc de Blancs there, I think I will treat myself to that tomorrow.