Saturday I  was allowed a browse at Claes Iversen’s new location. He moved his imperium from the canals to the riverside of the IJ. I practically pounced on a rack of samples that I might just fit into (if I exhaled continuously). You understand that Maxima’s coat had my name written all over it. I will have to be carried to my car as it doesn’t have a split, just a tiny oversight you will not hear me complain about.

The navy dress is a Claes’ variation of the little black dress, très Claes with those epaulettes and the subtle white trim under the sleeve.

Wolford stockings and my pair of Fendi’s. Believe me, they have proven to be worth every penny.