N. On the Hunt: The aftermath
After the crazy week in Mallorca and Milan I was back home in Amsterdam. I didn’t schedule many exciting things for the evening, since I wanted to take it a little easy after all the impressions of the Men’s Fashion Week. Here is my ‘On the Hunt’.
It wouldn’t surprise you that I love yellow. Especially now that I have a than from the sun, it’s one of my favourite colours to wear. So that is what I did this week. Yellow sweater, yellow socks, yellow shorts. Never enough yellow!
Dinner time with my friend. Bubbles, balcony, salad and gossip. Good fun!
On Friday I went shopping at probably my favourite men’s fashion stores in Amsterdam: Cowboys 2 Catwalk. I went home with: Vivienne Westwood and Rick Owens pants, Viktor & Rolf, Damir Doma and Comme des Garcons shirt. So yes, it was a successfull shopping hour.
I got this present from Toms. I loved the shoes, they were perfect for the beach, so curious about these shades.
My dear friend Prince Cassius was in town. Unfortunately we didn’t had much time to hang-out together, so I went to his hotel for a drink, right before he had to take his flight back.
Prince and my fellow blogger friend Camilla. Don’t they look chic and gorgeous? Each time I see them I realize how much I miss London.
Saturday afternoon I had my first personal training/boxing training at the Athletic Club, in Amsterdam. A new sports club, soon more information about this hotspot. After the training I had problems lifting my iPhone and text, so I assume I did a good job, as well as my trainer.
On Saturday I was suppose to party with a friend. However since he got sick, I decided to surprise my parents and had dinner at there house. They had friends over for a barbeque and we had great fun the evening. In the Netherlands you never know what to expect from the weather. First we were enjoying the warmth and sun, and before we knew it, it started to rain. However we aren’t affraid for a little rain so built a tent over the table. While building the tent I fell from my chair and catched the pole. So in front of my parents and their friends I did a little pole-dancing. Just a typical Saturday night.
Sunday was the best Sunday you could imagine. Delicious drinks & food, nice location, (occassionally) good weather, and last but not least my sexy friends.