A Fashion Week Memory

Whenever Fashion Week blows through the Big Apple, I'm reminded of the most exciting summer, the summer of 2008. I landed in New York City two days after my college graduation, and within hours was decked out in a silk blouse, animal print pencil skirt, and sky high stilettos, ambling down Canal Street en route to the SoHo studio of Zac Posen. I was an intern in the public relations department for three months, and in that time I mailed countless dresses to celebrity stylists, delivered garment bags to the doors of pop star hotel rooms, played the part of assistant stylist for a Bloomingdale's fashion event, donned Posen's own creations, and ended the summer at Bryant Park for Spring 2009 Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week. The night of Zac's show was exactly what you would imagine - crazy, thrilling, exhausting - the kind of stuff that makes people fall in love with the fashion world. My role was to receive celebrities. I stood at the top of the tent steps, headset in my ear, clipboard in my hand, surrounded by security, attempting to spot stars from among the hundreds of paparazzi flashbulbs and PETA protestors. Just like Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada, I had studied faces and names so I wouldn't miss a beat. When all were safe and sound in their seats, the show went on. It was spectacular blur of models, bright lights, pounding music, and it was over in minutes. We spent the rest of the night working the door at the after parties, massaging our tired feet, and grinning. I had the time of my life and while the summer was so much more than Fashion Week, it's a bucket list item that I can check off and memories that I'll have forever.

(Spring 2009)

The icing on the fashionista for the summer cake? The day that Zac sauntered through the offices, stopped in front of me, and told me that my outfit - a cream blouse with a black bow and gold mini skirt - was fabulous. I was dressed shoulder to knee in Forever 21. Don't I always say that it's the little things in life?