It's already that time of year...again. No, not Christmas, even more manic, at least for me it is...it's officially Paris Fashion Week! (Cue in flashy dance music and hysteria.)
As I get older, Fashion Week has a way of creeping up on me, whereas in the past, I couldn't wait for the next season to see the collections and to get wrapped up in all the glitz and excitement. Perhaps I'm just jaded and old, but Fashion Week doesn't hold that same exhilaration for me as it did for me when I was a 23 year old intern working for free. Now it's just business, but I suppose all jobs lose their luster after several years.
Saying that, I really do adore the showroom I have been working with these past few seasons, and am lucky to have gotten this steady gig with such an iconic French fashion house. Working with the girls who come over from the New York office, I get to briefly revisit my past life in New York where I'm once again reminded of just how much has changed in these past three years.
Whenever two very different worlds meet - the poor writer wandering around Paris and the New York City fashion executive - there's always bound to be a comical difference of perspective. Last week, I shot over and email to my boss following up on our heavy schedule and inquired about the uniform we were wearing for the season, since I hadn't as of yet received word.
Well...
Perhaps images from last season of my fat ass galumphing around the showroom in my saran-wrap skirt (that was somehow loose on everyone else) has scarred her for life. Her response to my question about the uniforms only confirms my suspicions that she thinks I'm a wide load:
"Just wear a pair of stretch pants and we will give you a long flowing blouse."
Enough said. Stretch pants...as in leggings...as in let's err on the side of not embarrassing you this season because you looked like you were going to explode out of that skirt. It's official, I'm the FFA: The Fashion Fat Ass. My body's poor performance from last season didn't merit me the cute outfit this season and I have been demoted to leggings. In my ass's defense, it was winter! Surely I can't be the only one who fills out in the wintertime, right?
Oh là là... And so it starts....and with that, I wish you all a Happy Fashion Week! Let the drama begin!