Didn't sleep properly last night. Woke up this morning, dried eyed, to the ear piercing sound of my alarm. I got up as quick as I could to avoid the morning chill, and launched over to my heater. Found my clothes in and around my room. Had breakfast. Changed my hair three times. Chugged a coffee standing in an express train all the way to Central station. 8:50am. I was back into the world of interning.
Today is my first day at my new internship, Agent 25 Communications. And how amazing it was! I immediately loved the five girls working there, and from knowing two other interns that work/have worked there is even better.
PR 101 = its not what you know, its who you know.
Their amazing office space was merely icing on the cake. Walking through glass doors off a quiet street, you are brought into a mediocre empty space with mailbox slots and an elevator. Take yourself up to level three and take a left. Instantly you are thrown into high ceilings, timber floors, and crisp white walls with open cascading windows. Walk a little, take it in, and find yourself in the Agent 25 studio. Columns upon columns of fashion, shoes, jewellery, swimwear... everything you want to see on a cold Winter's morning! The girls who took me on are so warm and welcoming and excited to see me that I thought the light bulbs would explode from extra brightness. But it was beautiful :)
Sitting there starving to death, sending out and making returns on garments, I immediately noticed this was my dream. Dealing with fashion clients, creating looks for their campaigns, discussing and pitching ideas that are so far and beyond its too hard to say no. Now dont get me wrong, I dont whip my hair around and claim to know the world about every elite designer, but I know what I like, and I like what I can create, so there is where I need to be in life. I am still an apple ripening on the vine, and I need all the gardening I can get. There is just something about throwing yourself into the fashion industry. But it is so overrated. Its exhausting the demand of clients, making them happy, meeting deadlines, sorting their shit out before you can your own! But if you love it like I love it, its all worth it in the end.
I now sit in my room, exactly where I started this morning. My tummy is full of soup, my face is scrubbed hard and clean, and I am reading to call it a night. Work beckons for me tomorrow, and my bank account wouldn't mind it either! Anyone know where I may invest in a money tree?
Gotta be in it to win it. xo
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