Greetings! If you couldn't tell from the post title- I AM GOING TO VOGUE, PEOPLE. You heard me right. I finally managed to squirrel my way into the world's most prestigious fashion magazine and it only took me: 2 years, 4 applications, numerous emails and 1 interview.
I think this is a small price to pay, when I got the email telling me I had officially been accepted [I've learnt the hard way that a verbal agreement is definitely not binding] I wanted to bust some big moves but I was in the office and thought it best not to be so ecstatically happy about going to anther magazine.. Truthfully, I think I will miss GQ when I'm gone. As with most things it has grown on me with time and even though I am absolutely, completely and deliriously excited to be going to Vogue I must admit I am a tiny bit frightened as well. My list of fears about reaching the pinnacle of my interning career [yes, being an intern is a legitimate career] in ascending order are:
1) Everyone will realise I am clearly wearing imitations of designer clothes I can't afford
2) I will turn up on my first day and unknowingly commit a huge fashion faux pas, i.e. accidentally having my skirt caught up in my pants
3) I will fall over
4) I will inadvertently blurt out "I love you!" upon meeting Vogue writers/stylists
5) I will be shunned for bringing leftover cheeseburgers to work as a 'snack'
The problem with putting magazines and their stylists on a pedestal is that you will inevitably be disappointed when you meet them because, ultimately, they're only human. One of the hardest things about working in fashion magazines is losing the belief in the effortlessness of a fashion story or feature- you feel like Dorothy did when the curtain's pulled back and you see that the mighty Oz is just a man. Conversely though- you have the kind of first look access to clothes and accessories that the average person would never be able to see, you have a heads up on the latest A/W pieces hitting the shops months in advance and you have the satisfaction of playing a part [no matter how small] in these amazing pieces coming together.
Reading back on what I've written, the benefits clearly do heavily outweigh the costs- going to Vogue is an absolute dream come true, we're all just people at the end of the day. How hard can it be to bond over a cupboard full of clothes? To mark this most momentous of occasions, an homage to the great and powerful Vogue.
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| The first Vogue I ever bought |
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| The amazing December 2006 cover |
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| Ok, so this isn't the latest issue but who doesn't love some K- Stew? |
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