Updates. It's been a while. Try to not be dissappointed as we move quickly through the troughs and peaks which are my last 2 months.
Fashion week was incredible. The people, the atmosphere, the shoes. Oh the Shoes. Envy for 5 days straight is not healthy for any human.
However, being pounced on whenever I entered the terraces of Somerset House was nourishing. You needed a pass to clear you for all sections of fashion week, exhibitions, press areas, catwalk spaces. But anyone could go to the ground floor outside area. So it was a media feast as bloggers, tv presenters and photographers scrambled over each other to get the latest morsel of fashion - whether it be a delectable stacked heel shoe or a caramel floor skimming coat. This was my excuse to let designer lady put her clothes on me - I would go up to the ground floor (we were exhibiting in the basement galleries) and be photographed in her dresses - instant press.
It must be said there is no greater cure for a somber state than entering a space and being immediately photographed. At first I was a bit put out that no one asked, just snapped away. Then I realised it was the norm and actally a 'would you mind if I get a shot of your shoes' was quite the rareity. Also I noticed that there were cereal trendsters, would would hang out in this area, all nonchalant. They'd act completely normal when asked for a photo, whilst secretly languishing in delivering a coooler then cool snap to the joyous photographer.
Despite the immense hard work in the run up, during the actual week, I felt completely precious. With all the parties, lunch dates and socialising it really didnt feel like work.
The highlight of my week was the Amanda Wakelely show. I'd been hoping to catch a show, was getting lunch one day, when a stranger asked 'Are you going back to somerset house? Want my Amanda Wakelely show ticket?' Uhhh hell to the y e a a.
I'm cutting a long story short, but yes, that week was incredible. Did I come back to the real world with a bang? A long conversation with my bank would answer with the affirmative. I was completely broke. Worse than broke. I had to finish with designer lady right after LFW because I simply couldn't afford to intern anymore.
Since the end of September, I've been forced to resort to the only way I know how to make fast money. Retail. Urgh.
I have had to swallow a lot of pride with a side of humble pie. I went from hanging out on Mount St., mingling with Chelsea socialites and Samantha Cameron (thats right.) to being told how to fold a pile of shirts. And then being told I was doing it wrong. And then again.
Soul crushing doesn't even cover it.
However, for now, it is a means to an end while I try ever so frantically to get a foothold on that slippery ladder of the elusive fashion industry. I'll keep you updated.
xoxo desperate girl
