I am back. After a 3 days trip to London I am still in *THIS IS NOT REAL, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING* mode. Sometimes I DO wonder if everything is pure destiny. I can’t tell you what exactly was happening in London and about the specific reasons for my trip but I can tell you, that more has happened than I actually dreamed that ever will.
Just that much: I was rubbing shoulders with the A-LIST in the luxury industry and I actually really interested them in BOULESSE. Which got a face lift this week. Please have a look. More than that. But details will follow when it actually happens as everything is still confidential.
Just that you get an understanding about my schedule in LONDON:
10.00 Blowdry at my hairdresser in Vienna ( soso as always)
11.00 Running to TUMI and buying two new suitcases JUST because my husband told me. WITH initials (only 40 minutes waiting)
15.10 Take off with BA to LONDON with my husband and Theo
16.30 Landing and rushing off to the LANDMARK, where we always stay
18.00 Trying my new dress with Spanx underware and still feeling fat, so changing to my one and only Raf Simmons dress
18.45 Meeting Lukas in the lobby and stepping into a black cab
19.10 Christie’s Champagne reception and Charity auction
19.45 Seated dinner and heart attack due to the enormous respect for my guests to my right
until 22 o’ clock: the shortest table conversations -it felt!- I ever had in my life
23.30 Black cab back to the hotel, a shaking B. and Gin Tonic drinking husband and Theo
1 am sleepless in London, heart doesn’t stop racing
9.00 TEL with the team, emails
11.00 Black cab to Southwark
12.00 Heartattack PART 2
14.00 Leaving the building, (AHHHHHHH, really????, AHHHHHH)
15. Laduree at Harrods meeting with my photographer Sarah and Lukas
17.00 Grabbing some small stuff I need at Harrods for home
18.00 Getting ready for the evening ( closing my eyes just for 5 minutes, just 5)
19.00 Drinks in the lobby
19.30 Black cab to the IVY meeting my dear friends Jacqueline and Lucian (running late as always). Worst food ever, but hey, its the IVY.
21.00 Goldie Hawn takes the table behind us
23.00 Leaving the restaurant
24.00 Sleepless in LONDON. AGAIN!
Similar, just with a take off direction HOME finishing the evening. DEAD.
This are the IPHONE5 shots since I forgot the cable for my LEICA, more better pics to come in the next days.