NEW YORK FW DIARY #3
Our time here in New York really is flying by and our schedules are so packed that as I’m writing this, Monday afternoon, I actually have to take a peek into my agenda to see what exactly I did two days ago. Our NY adventure is almost at a close (boohoo) but before we leave, I’m going to give you a little insight of what’s been keeping us on our toes here in the city.
Last Friday, our health editor Jet and I packed all our clothes and shoes and plummeted about 90 blocks to our new hotel in Midtown. And as we were busy packing, we were almost reconciled with the final piece of our tripod, cause May-Britt had just touched down at JFK. In our hotel lobby (Morgans Hotel), we were finally reunited. Think shrieks of happiness, infinite cuddles, and every other type of cliché behavior; we really couldn’t care less. After quickly revitalizing, we tripled on over to Bryant Park for a bite and a gulp, after which we headed to a nearby nail salon (cause hello, it takes a bit of work to have fine looking nails) to then head to our favorite restaurant Morandi in our prettiest heels and a swaying skirts. Jet and I ended the night drinking overpriced cocktails on the roof of the Dream Hotel, and after a few gins too many, we relocated to our beds for a snooze fest.
And then there was Saturday. Sticking to tradition, we started this day off at 10 AM at the Lacoste show. Usually this takes place at the Lincoln Center, however this season Lincoln is no longer the epicenter for all the shows, so all the brands you could usually find here had to hunt down new locations. Lacoste opted for the Spring Studios, where the DvF shows always takes place. Our tripod was pleasantly surprised by Lacoste who toned down their standard preppy polo story and elected to be more à la mode, yet still staying true to their core values. Two thumbs up for these guys. After the show we met up with the editor of the Dutch Glamour, sipped on a glass of wine at restaurant Felix and then headed on over to Exki where we had lunch with Dutch PR maven Karin Dijksman.
Alright, I’m going to speed this up a notch or else this diary is going to turn into some sort of epistle and ‘ain’t nobody got time for that.’ We biked (seriously) to The Standard for a work lunch, after which May-Britt headed backstage at Monique Lhuillier, Jet and I did a bit of “field research” at Saks Fifth Avenue to only end up beat and drained on our hotel couch with our laptops and a bag of chips (the veggie kind to keep our health editor happy of course). While we were slouched out on the couch, May-Britt went backstage at Alexander Wang, watched the show, and partied at the after party. Jealousy doesn’t even cut it.
Sunday, bloody Sunday. I have such a hard relationship with this day of the week. Last Sunday I joined Jet for a workout with the trainer of all trainers Ricky Aston. A personal trainer who trains anybody who is anybody. From top models to the really rich (men who invest in helicopter or airplane instructions, those kind of people just so you know). Let me tell ya, this guy is ruthless and he had even sent us an email prior to our workout with only two words: “be afraid.” Well I was, and rightfully so. I’m writing this a day after having been slaughtered in his gym and I am in so much pain. I can’t walk straight, even standing up and sitting down has become quite the struggle. But anyway. After this brutal workout, we dragged ourselves back to our hotel, changed into something more felicitous and hopped on the subway to go to the DvF show. After DvF, I headed to the Alexandria Frida show, Jet went back to Harlem to have dinner with her mother while May-Britt was nosing around backstage at Rachel Zoe.
Sunday night was party night: May-Britt was hitting it off with absolutely everyone (Naomi Campbell, Kate Upton, Mario Testino, Aerin Lauder, Alessandra Ambrosio, Constance Jablonski, Leigh Lezark – to just name a few) at Michael Kors’ party in the Boom Boom Room. I joined our lovely editor Bo and Dutch blogger Noor from Queen of Jetlags at the Bloglovin’ Awards, where she took home the award for Best Lifestyle Blog.
Alright, well the final three days I’m going to savor for my next diary. You can write entire novels if we were to write about everything in our packed schedules, but don’t worry, we’ll spare you that. As I am typing this, I’m curled up in my bed with a massive painkiller cause the pain from Ricky’s workout is still unbearable. According to Jet this would be the perfect moment to “stay on the workout bandwagon” but something in me still sees exercise as a villain and being a supporter of Team White Wine just suits me better. And luckily May-Britt is a worthy team member, though suddenly she decided to spend her mornings going out for jogs (jogs!). Man oh man, there is something in that New York City air.
