My very first fashion week was Amsterdam Fashion Week and I had high expectations. Sure, it wasn’t one of the big fashion weeks, but still. It was fashion week! But after a few shows my excitement started to diminish. I loved to see the shows and the clothes, but the whole vibe was not my cup of tea. Lots of ego’s and most of the shows only lasted for 5 minutes. It was so much trouble to go through. Especially when you can check out all the images online, seconds after the show has ended.
The next one was Copenhagen fashion week. I loved it! The clothes, the city and we had the most perfect weather. But there still was this vibe, it felt like I didn’t belong in this world. I felt insecure and wanted to escape the whole scene. I felt much happier checking out a good lunch place or museum than I did attending a show. What was wrong with me? I persisted for another year and ended my fashion week saga with Milan Fashion Week. And here I definitely felt out of place! And after this one I had enough: I was not going to do it anymore. So I declined all the invitations and happily followed everything from my screen.