An Exhilarating End

The end is near! To be clear, my internship-turned-freelance position is officially over, and my time in New York ends on September 30th. I'm in LA right now, but am headed back to the east tomorrow.

Fashion week/month was exhausting, but a experience that will probably never be replicated in my life again. The days leading up to and during NYFW were characterized by endless hours, stress, and a few pounds lost (back by now, I'm sure). My favorite part? Seeing the shows. I'd seen shows before, but I never thought I'd see one with guests such as Valentino, Oscar De La Renta, Anna Wintour, and every other big name editor I've only ever seen online and in magazines. The Victoria Beckham show turned out well, but was actually not the best morning for me. I was stressed out by last minute seating changes and felt that the check in process was a mess. It was the morning of the tenth anniversary of 9/11, and check-in was punctuated by moments of silence. Many incoming guests did not know this, however, and continued to talk to us over these silences. But in the end, it was all worth it. Something I realized from my six month stint though? PR is not for me. I just don't find it interesting enough. I love clothing, but not necessarily getting press for the clothing and designers.

What does my future hold? At least career-wise? I'm not sure. It scares me when I think about it, but right now I'm focused on enjoying my last two weeks in NYC. I really need to take more pictures. And incorporate more colors into my wardrobe.

The Home Stretch

The office at sunset

It's here. Five months have flown by and it's now the last month of my time here in NYC. Hard to believe it's been nearly half a year already, and that I will be done in no time. Starting tomorrow, I will be working a continuous ten days straight in preparation for fashion week. The Victoria Beckham show is on Sunday, 9/11 at 10AM at the New York Public Library. That will be fun to get to. And after the 15th, my time at KCD is done.

Until then, it's all work. The past couple of weeks have been a blur of editor names, photographers, socialites, celebrities, and anyone else deemed important enough to attend any of the great shows KCD manages. Lots of requests, seating, and invitations. All day into the night. There have also been a slew of models in and out of the office for casting. At 6 feet tall with legs coming out of their noses, it makes me think twice about gobbling down that sweet and delicious Billy's cupcake (but then I think thrice and shove it down my throat). There have been plenty of pretty and not-so-pretty male models in as well. How do these boys find girlfriends? Not sure I could go out with a boy who is much prettier than I ever could be.

That's the Victoria Beckham show invitation above (duh). Those who have seen it think it's so classy and sophisticated, and it IS, except that I think it would have been better with some bolder colors instead of a sort of drab grey. But I'm sure the Victoria team has their reasons. I shouldn't question the Posh.

I've been stocking up on black ensembles for the shows. We're only allowed to wear black, and not even exciting black. No bedazzled black dresses or slutty ones you'd wear to the club. Basic black. Not that I was planning to wear any crazy extravagant black outfits anyway.

So tomorrow it continues. And by the time I have time to blog again, it will be over. I may even be back in Los Angeles. It scares me a little.

Anywho, here's to a great NYFW.

P.S. I hope Victoria Beckham is cool. I'm so excited to work with her. I bet I'll look like a whale next to her skinny little ass though.