Rupert Sanderson

Obsessions Of October

Obsessions of October


Can’t believe that this year has only two months left to go, the “dark side” of 12 months is officially knocking on the heel closet: winter. Time to focus one last time on sandals and open toes WITHOUT the socks granny knitted for you last Christmas and which you never wore until... well *sigh*.

Along with the bonus-card we probably all just scored at the local tanning salon (well: a salmon sun burn definitely fits this season hottest hue), it helps to focus on the bright side, which is very achievable by making every pink shade you can find part of your daily game.

Nesting and cocooning for the rest of the year with a little bit of bright color won’t do any harm I suppose.
Our own (more than 50 I’m afraid) shades of grey will be companions for a long time anyway. And if there is a Carven wool coat for warming up........


Today's shoes are Rupert Sanderson


Obsessions of March

Obsessions of March


Although I’m totally tempted to dedicate today's post to Easter traditions (eggs, easter ham, and other fattening stuff, you know the game and the guilt), must confess it’s kittens that I became totally obsessed with this month. Can’t have one (the living kind) myself due to competition (guess one stubborn individual with a diva attitude and mood swings in the house - aka moi - is enough), but can’t deny feeling enormously attracted to these mysterious creatures.

I guess every gal is a (glam)kitten deep down somewhere anyway. Cat fights and the ability to get our claws out if needed (think 70% off sale and a shoe brand of your desire) is nothing new to us, right? As is it to turn an average walk into a catwalk, hips and everything - even if it’s just on the way to the bathroom. And if there's one trend that will never go out of fashion, it’s leopard print and an attitude. Purr!

From hairpieces to kitten heels: this month it’s all about the tiger in us, whether domesticated or not. I say forget the bunnies, catwomen rule the world. Happy Easter!

Today’s shoes are Rupert Sanderson
Dress: Topshop | Necklace: H&M | Featherboa Albert Cuyp Market | Pantyhose: Hudson


It’s all about the red carpet, baby


The Cannes Film Festival is in full swing and while it’s a madhouse for everybody working or promoting there, it’s a red carpet voyeur’s delight to watch the parade of designer garments passing by on an hourly basis.

For those who aren’t familiar with the tiny gem on the French Riviera: Cannes is a bit like Sin City or a very expensive call girl during festival season (that’s basically the whole year): Feeding on those who come to celebrate their peers (ranging from film to plummer festival: Cannes covers it all), pampering them with unreal parties, flattering attention, utter glamour and a very unhealthy schedule.

Cannes also only has three rules: “What happens in Cannes stays in Cannes”, “shine shine shine”, and “sleep when you are dead”. In three letters: F.U.N.!!!!!!!

I will be enjoying the frenzy from home, watching the movies and the vanity fair from afar (I’m in advertising and this festival takes place later this year). Nonetheless a perfect exercise to spot trends and dream about which shoes to pack when a famous movie star (ergh, not in this lifetime I’m afraid), or at least when hitting a red carpet somewhere closer to home (you never know, can happen any time).

So today it’s all about my spot-light-shoe wish list, with only one rule: Pick the most shiny, fragile, stand-out, sky high heel you are sure not to survive five minutes walking in it. But hey: it’s all about the red carpet, baby!


Today’s shoes are (left) Guiseppe Zanotti, Jean-Michel Cazabat, Sergio Rossi, Phillip Plein, (right) Casadei, Jimmy Choo, Rupert Sanderson, Nicholas Kirkwood

Getting in shape (part one)

Getting in shape (part one)


Every year, at exactly the same time, I face the same problem.

I don’t know about you, but I find myself repeatedly standing in front of the mirror, twisting and looking suspiciously at the backside of my thighs, 
grabbing my love handles (how much may they weigh this year?) and coming always and every year to the same conclusion:
”Bikini season is knocking on the door, I have to do something - NOW!”

You already know, that the only thing I “sport” is a lazy bum, so I tried to trick myself.
They always say you just have to find an exercise you really love, and the rest will follow (if you try hard enough and do not give up easily).
Ha! What do I love? Films!
The whole winter I tried “heavy remote controlling” which, (you might have already guessed) didn’t work at all.
Warm! I like. But I had to leave the Bikram Yoga because of the odor 10 other lovely ladies were producing while doing the “camel”.
A total flop.
Eating! My favorite. I tried hard to cut out carbs and even cooked vegetables in advance every morning for a light lunch at work.
Outcome? No one dared to come near my table anymore (“What’s that smell?”).

Last hope to cling to: Horse riding!
I have wanted to take this up for years, and I am so (!) motivated.
Only problem is, that in all of Amsterdam I could only find one horse available.
It’s Fisher-Price.
I suppose the only thing I will ride to fit in that awesome bikini I bought will still be my bike…


P.S.: Todays shoes are Rupert Sanderson

Choose your side



Went to bed at six o clock after a lovely chat with my friend Henk. Ouch!

So looking in the mirror today was like: “I now really ! REALLY ! need to do something about my wrinkles.

Aging in grace and all is perfect if you see it happen on your mother or grannies face: but YOUR OWN??????

I tried to get my wrinkles fixed twice so far.
First time was two years ago, and little did I know sitting on a sterile chair facing an 400volt lamp right in my eyes.
“We can do this right now” the surgeon said:
“But you need to rest  for at least 24 hours so the filler stayes in place.”
“Good bye” I said, because I had a party planned that very evening.

Second time was actually not very long ago, and I was prepared.
Time for rest was calculated, money was prepared

(250 EUR: that’s a pair of  YSL’s on sale), and I was ready to go.
But of course time has taken it’s tall, and as I was told that I now would need at least four Botox injections before I could even DO a filler,
(500 EUR in total, that’s a pair of YSL’s NOT on sale) I chose to bail out again.

Because here’s the thing.
I think, if you’d rather buy a SHOE the price of your surgery (whatever you will do),
no one would even LOOK in your face again.
They would just look at your feet.

It’s an so much better investment, just at the bottom side don’t you think?

So here’s my Top 8 what to buy in place for a doctor going wild with a needle.
It would be 4800 EUR in total.
That would be 9,6 times Botox and filler.



P.S.: Todays shoes are Christian Louboutin, Rupert Sanderson, Nicholas Kirkwood, Charlotte Olympia, Gianmarco Lorenzi, Ruthie Davis, and Burberry
P.P.S.: My wrinkles are Photoshop. :-)