Recently, I, together with actress Victoria Koblenko, supermodel Kim Feenstra, and tv host Zimra Geurts, got in touch with my inner Marilyn Monroe for Linda Magazine. Maestro Marcel van der Vlugt had us make love to his camera and the formidable Karin Kuipers asked us questions like: Do we consider ourselves sex bombs? And: How often do we make love? Read more
“We are moving to Holland,” I anounced when I was about 6 months pregnant. My American future husband, knowing better than to piss off a woman under the influence of pregnancy hormones, immediately agreed. He had actually come to like my proud little country: the tolerance, the herring, the bikes, the beautiful women riding those bikes. (not to mention the rather suggestive way said women eat said herring) Read more
Bright young twins Anne and Esther Vedder (25) have been making jewelry as long as they can remember, following in the footsteps of their creative mother who brought the girls along to jewelry making workshops when they could barely walk. Almost two years ago the duo came up with a brilliant concept: Read more
This is what I kept envisioning when I found out I had won 2 nights at the 5-star Sofitel Bangkok Sukhumvit: my butt in that lotus shaped pool chair. And yes, it was as decadent and divine as I imagined (my butt can confirm this). Read more
“If you look closely, you can see the imprint of her heels in the foot mat of her Renault Floride. She must’ve have pushed hard with those mean Fifties queenie-heels.” Wait a minute, Grace Kelly had a bit of a temper on the road? Which means she was…. actually human? Read more
Hoe zorg je ervoor dat je als vliegende reporter, ondanks een werkuniform voornamelijk bestaand uit extreem korte hotpants en bodycon-jurkjes, serieus wordt genomen on the job? Juist ja, door op het juiste moment een indrukwekkende camera tevoorschijn te toveren. Read more
“Doe je mee?’ vroeg Jeroen van Koningsbrugge. “Het is een soort Saturday Night Live,” legde hij uit. “Jeroen, ik kan niet zingen, niet dansen, niet acteren en ik ben zeker niet beroemd genoeg om een zaterdagavond-publiek zoet te houden,” antwoordde ik. Read more
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Toen ik na een levenslange zoektocht eindelijk de sportschool van mijn dromen vond –gedimd licht, niet onknappe trainers, motiverend Olympisch uitzicht- zat ik al binnen een paar uur op een dood fitness-spoor. Ik ontdekte namelijk de zogenaamde runner’s high. Read more