Curious about the ins and outs of a fashion editorial office? May-Britt takes you with her through the life of an editor-in-chief, with seldom a boring moment.

Jumping icebergs, that’s what my love calls it. If I think about all the things on my agenda this week, I feel like jumping off the nearest roof top. Or booking a single ticket to Ibiza or diving under my Egyptian Cotton sheets. But I don’t, I bulldoze through, because it may be busy but it’s not like I’m working down a mine. Everything is fun.

This week began with the fortieth birthday celebration of Anouk Smulders. Think hippie-party, tipi tents, sushi girls (heavenly sushi and fresher than fresh) and an old orange bus where Anouk and I crashed with a, excuse me, lightly red nose from a little too much Hugo (the new drink).

I puffed my way through Sunday because I finally had my team ready for The Shoot. We photographed the four finalists of Holland’s Next Top-model, and the winner will be appearing on the winter issue of Amayzine.com. Dirk Kikstra was photographer, Fred was coach and we found the very best hair and make-up artist ever. Only the stylist was a Problem. As you know it’s Fashion Week so everyone is in London, Milan or Paris or on their way. We finally found a new talent, Marloes de Jong. Marloes happy, Endemol happy, Dirk happy, me super happy.

On Monday Mart Visser dropped in on us. Literally. The door is always open and oh there’s enough space so why not. Mart has a studio close by in the Schinkel neighbourhood. We call our business park the new Redhook Brooklyn (the hip, underground neighbourhood in New York). Not particularly much to look at on the outside but rocking and rolling on the inside. Armin van Buuren has his office in our street for instance. I saw him this week with his Porsche, top down driving through the street and making our office even cooler than it already is.

That evening I had dinner with Marion Pauw in Taiko, the restaurant at The Conservatorium Hotel, one of my favourite places in the city. I lunch there almost weekly but for some or other ridiculous reason had not been to the restaurant. They have a new concept and menu and had invited guests and other friends of the hotel to try it out. Marion had had her suitcase stolen earlier, containing all her favourite clothing, so she needed a little pick-me-up. After seventeen heavenly courses and eight delicious glasses of wine we left the building happy. And promised to return, very, very soon.

Wednesday evening was all about Eye Wish Opticians. They organised a glasses-fashion show and asked me to  present it. Totally fitting too because I had glasses from when I was four and had the special talent of choosing the ugliest pair of glasses out possible. I could certainly have used an Eye Wish Optician back then to help me with personal advice and attention. The location was the Rijksmuseum and it was very special to be able to walk around there after hours. No hairdryers, straightening irons or other such things with a cable are allowed anywhere in the Rjksmuseum, so I had searched out my hair-heroine Rachel Geerman from The Building for a bit of help before the event.

Thursday started at the Akasha spa at The Conservatorium Hotel (I told you it was my favourite hangout). I received a tour. I’m in heels on the treadmill in this pic but next week I’m starting for real. Something to do with a healthy mind and healthy body.

The Shoot was on Friday. I’ll tell you all about it next week.