January 02, 2016


"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you think I was done?"


Immi snorkeled into his whisky sour for one last time and flung the empty pyramid-studded crystal glass in the general direction of the flight attendant.

"I shan't be disturbed until further notice", he hissed, "Donatella needs me looking 'frash as a dezzy'". As he tugged the custom lilac satin jewel-encrusted Medusa head sleep mask back over his eyes, he sighed with glee at the thought of the weekend to come. 

Roused by the sound of clapping from behind the coach class curtains, Immi knew he had safely made it to Milan Malpensa Airport. He ruffled through his Fendi tote, in search of the Loewe clutch containing his phone.

"Grazie mille 4 flower", his latest iMessage read, "see you in soon time!! XXDONNY *cigarette emoji* *black moon emoji* *champagne bottle emoji*"

With a wistful smile he flicked the rose gold 6S at his trembling assistant Milagro and swished out of the airport. "Casa Versace!" he bellowed to the puzzled-looking driver, who was actually a pilot on his break walking by. After a few frustrated tries he got into the right S Class and was whisked off to his beloved date.

"Tesoro!" Donatella Versace cried as she click-clacked down the front door Carrara steps. "Ees dat Bright Crystal Absolu I deetect?" she moaned as the old friends exchanged baci. "Cahm, cahm we 'ave the room ready to drahp your leetle theengs and after we meet downstair for caffè". 

Immi shot her a look of abject horror.

"Ghahaha", she chortled, "you know I mean straight vodka, you are crèzzy or what?"

"Oh, Donny...", the younger than ever style guru smiled at the fourth wall as the incessant bleeps of his Instagram like notifications stirred up the white doves on the front lawn, "...never change".

As he furrowed his brow at Milagro scurrying around his room unpacking, Immi poured some Acqua Panna on his wrists since they were sore from swiping 'delete' on 423 unread fan e-mails. He leaned against a musquash fur humidor and replied "new phone who dis" to his best friend who was venting about her financial woes and humiliating break-up.

After supervising the colour-coordination of all his luggage, Immi Versace-strutted down the stairs, making sure to perfectly mimic the alternating swing of his hips and hair with Natasha Poly's stomp at the SS05 show. Since unpacking had taken about five hours and night had already fallen, he had to squint through several crystal bead doorway curtains to finally find the real Donatella - and not the wig stands he had mistakenly approached and started up conversations with in various dining rooms across the house.

"Bella, let's get this weekend started!", he beamed as the iconic designer listed the ristorantes they would be seen at that evening. The happy pair clinked their Christofle flutes to Donatella's favorite Grimes tune.

*Sixteen hours later*

"Immi...Wake ahp, I 'ave a flight to Lausanne in 20 meenoots."

One eye open, Immi raised his face up from the shattered Greek revival crockery on the ballroom table.

"Did... did we have a good time out?"

"I only jahst found you, my darleeng, you ran away screaming last night claiming you 'ad seen Gianni's ghost in the flames of your Sambucca! Thees house is too big you know, I actually never found Chreesteena Aguilera back after her veeseet in 2012, I looked in all rooms and in the pop charts. Not a seengle trace of her..."

"So fun!" Immi chirped as he plucked a Cheryl Fernandez-Versini Claire's eyelash from underneath his tongue. "Rematch soon, though?"

"You know it, my lahve. Ciao amore!"

And just like that, the bff weekend was over.


*All events described in this piece are purely fictional, but the author is aware of the astounding verisimilitude.

Photos: SSENSE, GagaDaily, Elle Decor & Donatella's Instagram

November 06, 2014


Lo! A child has been born unto your family or crew of friends! Shall we wrap it in burlap and call it a day? Shan't! But what is this newborn babe's aesthetic? Is it a black lace and leather kind of child like North West? Or will the bairn accept colour into its life? I've assembled the latest fashions in case a bustling bambino has decided to grace your immediate circle with its AW14-15 presence. These tiny get-ups work just as well for little baby girls, mind, there will be plenty of time to be burdened by gender constrictions later in life. Mazel tov!

 Baby Dior

 Petit Bateau

Baby Dolce & Gabbana

Baby Ralph Lauren

Zulupapuwa by Walter Van Beirendonck for JBC

This post is dedicated to little baby Arthur. <3

October 23, 2014


"I'm not dead!"
The title of pop singer P!nk's fourth studio album may very well apply to yours truly. A lot has transpired these last months and life needed tending to. Going through old posts, it's obvious that I'm no longer the brazen-browed university rookie I was at the start of this enterprise. I'm not about to go on a rant about the passage of time. "O tempora o mores I'm totally old now look at the kids these days technology has ruined the teenager Schmandroid Schmollipop!". None of that nostalgic crap from me, mind. At 23, I'm still pretty damn unaware, but perhaps a bit more maturely so. Which is probably why I've chosen to surround myself with copious amounts of modern art for this latest personal style story!
"But is it art, Eddie?"

Wool tunic shirt - Stephan Schneider
Boots - Dr. Martens c/o Cloggs
'Heartbreakers' t-shirt - Lockwood
Mesh t-shirt / velvet jumper / blazer - H&M
Jeans - Levi's
Foil-print bomber - & Other Stories (photographer's own)

Photographer: Janne Degryse

June 09, 2014


It's been almost a year since I wrote all about the splendid experience of working with Eastpak for their 'Pack Your Bag And Carry On' campaign. It was a total blast, the crew and fellow blogger models had me in awe (I mean, what's better than talking Brandy and the benefits of tea with the #flawless Jean-Paul Paula over Italian food). So today, I couldn't be more stoked to present the results of this collaboration. 

Five years ago I published that very first blog post, a time when Gossip Girl ruled my world and university life had just started unfolding. The ride so far has been wild: I've met the most stellar people (from genuinely lovely fashion writers and pr's to designers I look up to so much), had a national radio gig, walked wide-eyed through fashion weeks and industry events, wrote for freaking Opening Ceremony and landed an epic internship + dream job with KNOTORYUS. It's too much to sum up, really. And now I'm in an international campaign. I get overwhelmed by the future a lot, but I can only look back at the past with gratitude and pride. So thank you for being there with me all this time. Now go subtweet some shade about my hairy stick legs before I start ugly crying.

Photography: Charlie Engman 
Hair & Make-Up: Gina Van den Bergh
Styling: Deborah Bloemen
Production: Charlotte Gesquière (Initials LA) & Tim Synaeve (Avenue L)
Images courtesy of EASTPAK