French Connection T-Shirt Dress. Barbour Jacket.
Marc Jacobs Satchel. Stuart Weitzman Studded Biker Boots.
“Take these samples to
Vogue” - My first task, and similarly the reassurance I needed to
confirm my internship choice.
The Devil Wears Prada is
unashamedly my favorite movie of all time (what fashion fanatic’s isn’t it),
and this errand understandably made me feel like the real Andy Sachs.
En route to number Four
Times Square, I was still in shock as to the actual task assigned to me.
After texting everyone in my contacts list (most of whom were asleep on the
other side of the world), troubling a tourist for a picture outside the Condé
Nast building, and more generally just smiling too much than any regular person
would (you might be thinking how could anyone smile too much – believe me I
was.) It was finally time to go inside.
After passing ID check I
was whisked up to the 12th Floor where those infamous glass doors stood.
Awaiting my arrival was a male model who swiftly exchanged my garment bag
for a slight smile before quickly disappearing back behind the Vogue
walls. So I didn’t actually get to go into the office, but standing in
the elevator lobby was enough for me to get a whiff of the opportunities that
lay behind the doors. That was it - my first interaction with Vogue, the
fashion bible. Oh my goodness.
Other first day duties
included organizing the bosses’ personal contacts for anyone and everyone in
the New York Fashion scene, and helping to dress the fit model for the Resort
’14 collection.
I made it to the end of
my first day, unscathed and eager for more.
Love Bella
xoxo
