Thursday morning I started my day – I’m almost embarrassed to tell you – in Le Pain Quotidien. Yes, I know it’s kind of like a Starbucks while I’m in New York with thousands and thousands of fantastic original places to hang out, but I needed a place to work this morning. A place with WiFi so Le Pain just happened to be the best choice. So there.

At 2 o’clock I had to be higher uptown for an appointment and after that I headed down in the direction of the MoMa, well more in the direction of The Richard Avedon Foundation that’s situated right above it. Thanks to May’s Holland’s Next Top Model-co-judge, fashion photographer Dirk Kikstra, I was invited to come and take a look. The foundation manages all of Avedon’s work, arranges exhibitions and make sure his work is published, all to maintain and promote his legacy.  Amazingly more than 5000 negatives and photographs are kept in filing cabinets in a room with regulated temperatures and a measured humidity. James, the one I had the appointment with, showed me around and while I was standing there in that fantastic archive I secretly hoped Bill’s work would receive the same treatment.

The Richard Avedon Foundation is reasonably close to Bergdorf Goodman so before I knew it I had found my way through the heavy revolving doors and, shazam, I was suddenly standing in the shoe department. Very strange how that all happened. Even stranger was the fact that there was a sale on Manolo’s. This resulted in a very torn inner battle. To buy or not to buy. Even on sale we’re talking $600, a fair amount for a pair of white (!) satin shoes. Thank goodness I got a grip just in time and didn’t buy them.

After the near-buy incident I walked back to the hotel to get my laptop and took a seat in the hotel bar to work. That evening I went to the (the pitch dark) Ace Hotel bar where I met up with Kirsten from Suitsupply. We sat in the corner and discussed men, love and life – what else. Instead of a taxi or the subway I decided to walk the 26 blocks back to the hotel. New York at night will always be my all time favorite party.

Friday morning started at the Tadashi Sohji showroom a few blocks from my hotel. A fabulous brand we broadcasted live on our website during fashion week. The resort 2016 collection was hanging in racks and I can tell you it looked beautiful. After lots of gushing, wowing and touching I headed over to Fifth Avenue and picked a random restaurant for lunch. After that I released my inner-tourist at the Top Of The Rock and saw the best view ever. There were more tourist acts on my playlist this week which I will tell you more about later. After that came more meetings and then skippety skip back to the hotel to get dressed-up.

Because Friday night was disco night with (our) Bo. We started on a bottle of wine (might have been two but who’s counting) at Sant Ambroeus in Soho. Where, important detail, Johannes Huebl had been playing a game of backgammon that afternoon. So bottle no. 1 turned into bottle no.2, there was some food but not enough to keep our heads steady so a little tipsy we jumped into a taxi towards Meatpacking. Boohoo.com was throwing a party and Bo was invited. After that we called in at the neighbors: Dream Hotel and we had a dream of a time.

We’re on the rooftop drinking G&T’s taking loads of selfies and having weird conversations with pushy old men. At one point one of them asked me, while I was holding my self bought drink: “Do you not like the gin & tonic I bought for you?” You know those types. Awful! (yuck).

Anyways, we hit the dance floor and threw in a little hip action but we seemed to have peaked to early and rolled into a cab around 2 am to call it a night. Bo woke up on the sofa the next morning still wearing her clothes (sorry to share this with the world Bo, it’s just too hilarious). I on the other hand had magically managed to get my suitcase packed before I going out.

The next morning I woke up again at 7 am with my head a bit on the heavy side.  On the day of departure I had a full schedule because my flight wasn’t until late. I wanted to visit the Guggenheim and do a round in Central Park along with a few other things. But when lying in bed and trying to check in for my flight it said something about not being able to check-in online and that I should ask for assistance at the airport. I finished packing and left the room to check out. I was about to arrange a transfer to JFK when I thought to myself I preferred to check in now instead of at the airport. But it kept saying error on my cell and when I finally got behind the computer (could just be phone thing) I saw I was in a terrible mess.

My flight was last night. Last. Night. Panic-attack Huge, panic attack! I’m going to leave you with a cliffhanger and tell you all about this in my next post. For now, it’s goodbye New York and the end of my New York Diary. Until September then, I’ll be back to pick up where I left off. An even though this has been an amazing week I can’t wait to see my Amayzine-girls again. Bye New York, see you soon!