It's 7 days until showtime and I’m still absolutely loving it here. The amount of tiredness I’m currently experiencing however, is insane. I’ve worked every day this week (standard) and working tomorrow too. But we’re shooting the look book so it will be fun. Also business lady totally said I had to come because she ‘needs me’! and im just a sucker for needy..
I’ve been involved in this process right from the start. Watched the production of the collection, written press releases detailing inspiration behind the pieces, assisted in casting models – no way am I missing out on the actual shoot.
Lunch at the Mayfair on Monday was lovely, I introduced Designer Lady to a vip she'd been wanting to meet for an age. She was happy, I had done my job, it was all good.
Afterwards I project managed the building of an installation we have in an exclusive boutique in Chelsea. An installation is a section of the shop with the designers clothes, and you make it stand apart from the rest of the shop. We had flowers hanging from the ceiling, wrapped a mannequin-tree in luxurious silk pieces, had rose petals everywhere, generally made the space look stunningly gothic-ly whimsical.
I'd like to say it was a complete drag hanging out in Kings Road all day after being fed at the Mayfair but.. I really can't.
So blessed to have this job, though it is completely draining my resources. Saw an advert for credit cards on the train today
'Chasing the dream, living the nightmare?'
That's how it is for me, just not so dramatic. I'm doing this incredible job, going to amazing places, but slowly and surely I am getting more and more broke. What to do? The same as everything else.
Worry about it after fashion week.
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