This is a fashion cliche that has been made known since the ages but being chosen to go for fashion week is like being anointed by the pope. A gospel will sing a Natasha Bedingfield song, a cherub floats down from the sky to give you a kiss and after years of crumpling into a crying mess in the fashion closet, you’ll realise, MY! TIME! HAS! COME!
But the funny thing is, fashion week is usually only fun if:
A) You’re a celebrity who has 10 assistants and whom one of them is solely hired to carry your bag
B) You’re an influencer with a personal limo driver
C) You’re a high powered editor whose magazine has the budget to ensure you don’t have to walk to shows (aka your pedometer reads less than 3,000 daily steps)
Here is another thing nobody is going to tell you about the golden marathon of fashion. It is exactly like a marathon. For all the boys who are reading this (as well as the long suffering girlfriends who had to listen to their enlisted boyfriends moan about the army), it’s like your 24 kilometer road march but on steroids. Will your feet get soaked in a pool of blood? Maybe. Will you threaten to burst into tears mid-way? Yeah, okay. Will you wish to fall out close to the finishing? Yup.
This is why we’ve taken the liberty to prepare the 10 commandments for fashion week. You know, so that you can live vicariously through us. Or maybe you’re just skiving off work. Thanks for reading this instead of watching cat videos.
As told to us by a fashion industry insider who would like to remain anonymous.