25 July 2012
A poem for anyone who's wondered what I do on an average day, or who's wondered what fashion interns do! Mild language, but nothing you didn't hear on the first Harry Potter film!
Even though I'm super rich, Today I feel like everyone's bitch! Working at Vogue was never going to be easy But running around in this heat is making me wheezy. First stop of my day Vogue house Shoes clicking incessantly in a corridor that's quiet as a mouse. Next stop Old Bond Street Collecting shoes for model's feet. Then I attack the underground, The long journey to Covent Garden where I cannot be found. What's this? Chanel beauty pop up store? Glorious make up on every floor. "Check it out Katy, it's cray cray!" Certainly made my day! Forget Tiffany's, it's all about breakfast at Ladurée (La-Du-Ray) Then heading back to the office: more work, less play. Lunch time finally upon me First stop is my favourite painting I've been dying to see. National Gallery, right at the top of the stairs Seurat gives the room a certain flair. Then I dine; Kensington High Street: 'Not the tube!' I whine. It's so hot and clammy, thank the lord for the fit young man Who talked to me and made me a paper fan. Wholefoods is the only place to eat Before sitting down in Kensington Gardens to soak up the sun and heat. Next stop Mulberry design HQ Helping a friend design a pattern for a shoe. Back to Hanover Square, Vogue House's AC never seemed so fair, But I'm back on the street again, Walk down Oxford Street and then; Onto Regent, and into Liberty To pick up some scarves and a glass of iced tea. Then Guy calls me 'Get to Hollister and get me some shower gel' 'Oh my god!' I reply 'Bloody hell!' Sauntering back down Bond Street, Godiva chocolate strawberries in hand, Devouring them slowly, seducing the men of this fine land. Back to my hotel, security checks, what a drag! 'It's for the Olympics miss, now open your bag' Turns out there's athletes and families in the room next door, This whole thing is turning into such a bore. Suddenly, the man Guy plays tennis with rings: 'Come out tonight, Primrose hill at 7 or something?' That's what I'm doing tonight, Can't wait to finally eat a bite. So tomorrow, if you see a girl Looking sweaty in six inch heels, give this a whirl: Say hello and help with her bags, Make her life pleasant instead of a drag, Random acts of kindness are what I like most. Consider this before you take up that post As a fashion intern, unless you're truly cut out for it Although I guess it's what you'd expect: mind you, I'm having a fit! And even though I'm super rich, I find myself being fashion's bitch.
A Day In The Life Of A Fashion Intern • Opuss № I