It was an out-of-house week. Jet and Liesbeth were invited to Antwerp by Friends of the Brand. The train was their travelling office (Jet started doing interviews on the balcony) and I flew to Turin. Without my usual company and instead between men. Real men. Luckily they too showed appreciation for fashion because my new Fendi pumps (ordered at Shoebaloo.nl and picked up for me by our intern Felice in their Cornelis Schuyt store) went with me and received praises, tributes and compliments.

I still spent time deciding about my outfit though. Luxury dinner but then with only motorbiking and Maserati driving men. I chose for this jumpsuit in the end (a kind of luxury version of a auto mechanic’s overalls) and then styled it off with the pumps and my good old Chanel. The men did not get the bag. They kept asking if they could hold my bag for me for every photo. Guys! This is an Outfit. You don’t ask if you can hold my shoes.

A drive through the mountains was on the agenda for the next day. I had a wonderful car, a fun copilot but also mist (real mist) and a walking funeral procession in front of me. Something told me it would be extremely impolite to pass them so I stayed behind them, at an appropriate distance, but also arrived at least twenty minutes later than everyone else at our destination. Had a latte macchiato to warm up, a pasta with truffle and a zabaglione and then flew back. There was actually a party on the program for Friday, but too bad. I played hooky. I drank port, my girls ate popcorn, my love was with me. No gala party or five star hotel can beat that.