In the Name of Fashion

I had some downtime this weekend and for some reason I decided to go through and read some of posts on my old blog that I kept while I went to FIDM. I found this gem from back in February 2009 when I was interning for BCBG. It still cracks me up, so I wanted to share it here. Oh the things we do in the name of fashion...

Today I flat ironed a dead goat. 

How many of you can say that about your job? (And really, isn’t that a great opening line?) I went to my internship and one of the design departments needed help preparing the clothes for the runway (New York fashion week is coming up in spring) and they took me into a side office where a piece of curly (what I thought was faux) fur was laying. They handed me a comb and a flat iron- as in a hair straightener- and said they needed it straightened. Now I was thinking "why didn’t they just buy straight faux fur?", because I know you can get it. But when I sat down and picked up the fur, I realized it was an actual pelt.  I thought it was a llama originally, but I asked and they said it was a goat. I sat for 3 hours straightening a dead animal’s hair.

And you know what? It was hilarious. I mean really, I get to come home at the end of the day and when people ask “how was work?” I get to reply “I flat ironed a goat, what did you do?” And tell me that is not the best response ever. 

Also, straightened goat hair is really soft. I sort of want a giant one for a rug. 

Also also, besides giving dead things makeovers, I got to sit in on a meeting with the creative director and watch while the different departments showed her their lines. It was very Devil Wears Prada. 

It makes me miss all the crazy adventures I had in LA and school.

A Whole New (fashion) World

I'm starting my new job today! I was recently hired as a Merchandise Specialist for a rather large company, and today is my first day! I'm a little nervous, but mostly excited to be back in the fashion industry. In celebration of today I thought I'd post something from my old Live Journal. This was a post I wrote back in January of 2008 about my very first internship. It's funny to see how I've grown since then and all the things I've accomplished, and over 2 and a half years later I still find the post hilarious.

For some reason I thought it would be entertaining to keep a log of my time interning today. And it was.

6:30 am: Grumble and reluctantly get up for work. Curse myself for going to bed at 1 am last night.

6:40 am: Call friend/fellow intern and tell her to get her butt out of bed.

7:10 am: Get dressed in new, pretty rose pink sweater. Debate adding black choker. Decide to go with the choker.

7:30 am: Call friend/fellow intern again, only to find out she fell back asleep and wasn't going to come in. Am sad because that means I will be very bored today.

7:32 am: Leave for work

7:50 am: Park 5 blocks away from work in order to have free parking. Congratulate myself for being smart and bringing walking shoes.

7:55 am: Call friend from high school to tell him I'm actually awake before 9 am.

7:58 am: Walk into building. Flash ID to bypass security. Feel very important.

7:59 am: Change into fun, black patent leather stilettos for work. Admire outfit in door reflection.

8:00 am: Enter office

8:05 am: Start typing invitations into County Exec's planner. Admire sweater in window as I walk to the printer.

8:10 am: Walk to printer again. Admire decision to put snazzy black flower pin on sweater.

8:13 am: Walk to printer again. Second guess decision to wear black choker.

8:15 am: Decide to stop admiring myself in reflection because it is vain and makes me seem shallow.

9:00 am: Start uploading press releases to their website.

9:05 am: Am lonely without friend/fellow intern

9:19 am: Accidentally type "plague" instead of "plaque". Spend 5 minutes laughing to myself about it. Spend next 5 minutes wondering if the County Exec really would have a ceremony about a tree plague.

9:31 am: Am hungry. Nutrigrain bar not enough to eat this morning. Boo.

10:00 am: Had to man reception desk while regular receptionist went to the bathroom. Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Realized that I have no freaking clue what I am doing at this job.

10:05 am: Receptionist came back. I didn't screw anything up. Am relieved. No one called while she was gone. They must know I'm there waiting....

10:15 am: Fixed uploading problem that was making it take forever to upload press releases. Am awesome.

10:29 am: Back at reception desk. Answered phone correctly. Am even more awesome.

10:56 am: Still uploading those ridiculous press releases. They hadn't been uploaded since October. Am bored. And hungry.

11:15 am: Still uploading. On January now. Need caffeine.

11:25 am: Walk down the hall to go to the bathroom. Love the sound my heels make on the hard floor. Feel very important for I have an ID card and am wearing heels.

11:30 am: Clock out of work and leave building.

11:32 am: Begin long walk in the cold back to my car.

11:33 am: Kid passes me on a bike. Think about knocking kid off bike and riding it back to my car. Decide stealing a bike in front of the Courthouse is probably not a good idea.

11:36 am: Still walking. Hope my car hasn't been broken into . Driving back with an open window would suck.

11:41 am: Car parked 2 down from mine has passenger side window smashed and radio torn out. Feel bad for person. Feel happy it wasn't my car. Feel slightly disturbed that I had just been thinking about this exact thing. Perhaps should be tested for psychic abilities...

11:42 am: Drive unbroken into car back to my apartment, shove half of a sandwich in my mouth, and run to class.


And that was my morning as an intern.




Oh to be young and in school again.