i worked many a fashion show back in the day (the days specifically from 1997-2006 or so) several of those years in the bryant park tents, as a lighting technician. its a crazy, zoo-like scene. millions of dollars, literally, for a 20 minute show, with people acting like animals - you ain't seen a ruthless stampede until you've seen the bashing on the media risers half an hour before show.
not being a celebrity watcher, or fashionable in the slightest, i was generally unimpressed; the only time i got excited was when Patsy and Edina were at some show once, interviewing people in character before some show. I actually snuck down from my follow spot perch to watch. awesome!
@lostinalunchbox: OMG that was for their most recent special, and I still crack up when they find Edina's son at The Strand and she talks about how books give her itchy eyes. Classic.
I used to go to fashion week (have had my own fashion site since before blogging was invented) and got loads of invites but was always relegated to "standing" section since I'm not so important. So I'd go to the shows, the PR girls at the table would find my name on the list and scrawl a seat number or S (standing) on a plain index card and hand it to me. They always let the "seat people" in first and only let "standing people" in after (it's a very "stars upon thars" Sneetches thing). The lines killed me. So I got into the habit of carrying around my own index cards and Sharpie markers, creating my own seat assignments and getting into shows. That was the best.
And with that said, Nicole Miller would always give me a seat. With my name on it. I love her.
I have had a sort of similar experience except in reverse (from Observer to Observed). I read fashion mags and followed fashion on the sly for years because I'm from this very New England-y, LL Bean-y, Quaker intellectual environment where fashion and media was considered beyond vapid (my relatives are all teachers, potters and therapists) and my mother the entomologist openly mocked my reading of Vogue. But I still looked at the coverage-- wistfully, with the idea that of course I was going to law school or grad school and going to have a "real" "meaningful" career. Anyway, I moved overseas after graduating from school and upon moving back to the States, quite randomly got a entry-level Devil Wears Prada-esque job at a fashion house, who only hired me cause I spoke French and they needed another person on staff who could make calls to Paris. So all that stuff that I used to read about or watch--the Tents, Fashion Week, herding models, fielding calls from Vogue and Bazaar--I am now doing. It's beyond a head-trip, especially since I don't have any fashion friends (all my friends work in non-profits or are bloggers or some such Brooklyn-y job) and I still get a lot of grief from professors I'm in touch with. I realize when people talk about the designer's assisants scampering around--Holy shit, that's me they're talking about! I can only think of the analogue of being a White House reporter and getting to be blase about talking to the president or being an actress and realizing that people speculate on what your life MUST be like all the time.
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Hmm ... "the booze is free and flowing" hasn't been my experience at Fashion Week at all ... by that I mean, I've covered it for the last five seasons, and never had anything to drink. Furthermore, I've never gotten the sense that anyone else was drunk at Fashion Week either. Maybe I'm not talking to the right people?
@Julia Allison: Not sure if you are referring to NY fashion week (I have never been), but I can say that Paris fashion week openly serves beverages. For the morning shows coffee and a variety of teas are on hand, by midday champagne is readily available and of course free of charge. If you have an invitation regardless of if it's standing or sitting there is no waiting in line, but rather a line following others inside. Last year Mr. Kanye West alongside his hot pink spandexed lady friend were in front of me in this line and he stepped on my toes acknowledging it with an over the shoulder glance, but without apology. French profanity followed.
@Julia Allison: But there's that bar...right next to the 'Wichcraft stand. Where they serve drinks. For free. And all those women wandering around with crates of Peroni.
Posh thoughts: Beck, I had the most horrible dream last night. You had hitler-hair, and I had space-samurai hair and everyone could see us in our underwear......creepy.
Posh - I've really got to pee, and these spanx-like underwear are not helping matters. Do you think he would notice if I just let it dribble out a little? There is so much body oil on me already.
Victoria: "Hmm. Deverbal nouns are verbs (or verb phrases) that have been nominalized with a nominalizing enclitic or converted into a noun through zero derivation (that is, verbs that are used syntactically as nouns without an added nominalizer)."
Victoria: Have you ever wondered if there's more to life than being ridiculously good-looking? David: Um, like WHAT, Victoria? Victoria: I don't know, like...helping people. David: Um, WHAT people, Victoria? Victoria: I don't know. PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP!
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not being a celebrity watcher, or fashionable in the slightest, i was generally unimpressed; the only time i got excited was when Patsy and Edina were at some show once, interviewing people in character before some show. I actually snuck down from my follow spot perch to watch. awesome!
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Jenna, your Kiwi-ness is showing!
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And with that said, Nicole Miller would always give me a seat. With my name on it. I love her.
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This was random and not well thought out.
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I've always thought I was just a drunk but now I realize I just need to live in a fashion show tent.
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I would not lie to anyone about free booze.
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We're So Down To Earth Plus 10?
Death of Logic and the English Language?
Mommy Dearest?
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David: "Bored now."
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As an aside, that is a pretty hot ad. I'd be smugly looking daggers at all and sundry if I got to pin Becks to a big pile of rope too.
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David: Um, like WHAT, Victoria?
Victoria: I don't know, like...helping people.
David: Um, WHAT people, Victoria?
Victoria: I don't know. PEOPLE WHO NEED HELP!
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The things you learn from Jezebel.
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