Feb 29, 2008
Sex in the Newsroom
I have to admit that I wasn't the least bit excited about this movie until I just watched the trailer. Granted I always wanted to be a journalist my entire life, Carrie Bradshaw made it a reality. Ironic since she is a fictional character. She had the shoes I wanted, the clothes, the job, the friends...I was living the single life vicariously through her. I was living my dream through her.
I always thought having a career in journalism would be awesome. Until I took in the harsh realities of the real world and Prof. Good. I don't mind deadlines, I mind when interviews are scheduled FOR me without my consent. I don't mind dealing with the freelancers and interns, I mind when I know more about a company than the CEO does. I don't mind writing about a shallow industry, I mind when J.Lo having her babies is the most important news of the day.
Carrie never really cared that she didn't fit in. I don't care either, but I don't fit in with political writing, business writing and really any writing at all. I like to write what I like, witty and entertaining. I like writing about people, amazing people. People that inspire me, people that make me think and make me a better person at the end of the day. Unfortunately, teenagers don't like reading that shit.
Off to the dark side I go.
Feb 27, 2008
All About Lynn
Me in three words :
creative – ambitious – neurotic
The Good Stuff
I try to focus on positive things: friendship, nature, art. I believe that life is what you make it, and that we all have that power.
I love my Dad, who never complains, my Mom, who’s always smiling, my boyfriend, who constantly challenges himself, my best friend, who makes the best of every day, and my kitten, who was born just a little slow.
Painting is my solace. I never let a day go by without a cup of Yogi tea, and I try to follow the principles of Ayurveda. Look it up.
My Writing
My writing is sarcastic, ironic, and sometimes funny. I’m not sure where it will lead me, although the Village Voice always seemed a good fit. I love investigative reporting, and the idea that my work can touch the life of another person.
I’m graduating in May and the job hunt is in full swing. A position as a newspaper reporter seems ideal, although my resume has seen the HR department’s of a few websites, magazines, and even The Blue Man Group.
Eventually, I want an old farm, maybe in
Only time will tell.
Feb 26, 2008
Poopin Where you Nosh
Professionalism. To be professional. Conducting yourself professionally.
What do you do when there is a personal issue it your life that makes you want to crawl under the covers and die? Obviously you can’t let this affect your hard earned professional achievements? What’s the proper time allowance for grief? Talking about it at work is a no-no unless you’re close with someone and even then…it’s best to keep it to yourself.
Water cooler friends. Gossip mill. I’m currently reading The Devil Wears Prada (I know I know, it’s a mindless read, but I need that right now). Well, I’ve come to the conclusion that, though I want to go into fashion, I don’t want to have to deal with that kind of drama at work. My internship is relatively drama free. There is some talking behind backs and what not, that’d happen anywhere, but I don’t participate in it.
What about “pooping where you nosh” as it were? Meeting someone spectacular at work and watching as things go sour and get awkward. Has anyone had that experience? Unrequited love?
Feb 21, 2008
9-1-1? or 9/11?
As any one that knows me can attest to, I am a great fan of irony. I find irony in things that most people wouldn't. I think that it helps us all laugh a little at the things in life that can really get us down.
Anyways. Today I went to the same studio that I record in everyday. I dialed the number, including miscellaneous security codes, flipped the Getner on and waited for the line to be picked up. Instead of the cheerful voice of a Morgan Stanley representative who was ready to record the business for the afternoon, I heard this...
"Hello, 9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
Me: Uhh..um..no.
Operator: Hello? What is your emergency?
Me: No no, I dialed this by accident! Sorry!
Operator: I understand that you don;t want to talk to me miss, but I have to make sure there isn't an emergency. What is your address and phone number?
I gave him my information and hung up, laughing at myself and trying to figure out how I had mis-dialed so horribly.
Later in the afternoon, I went to production control to answer phones for the daily call-in talk show. Are you ready for the ironic part?
The topic was the pentagon's post- 9/11 case. 9-1-1 and 9/11 all in the same afternoon.
We have a list of banned and kooky callers. We're supposed to indicate to the host/hostess if one of the callers in on that list. Well lo and behold, my first called of the day was Bob. Bob happens to be a frequent caller. In a slurred and barely audible voice he informed me that the CEO of the station, who's a bit of a character around Albany, deserves to be paid more. Billions more. Oh and guess what else, Bob is a scientist. He's also been a prisoner of war. And he's a billionaire. But he didn't contribute at our latest fund drive because he's been "cut-off" from being on air. Gee, I can't imagine why. Did I mention that he's on the banned/kooky list several times because he calls and says that he's from all different locations? Yea.
The best part is that his friend Paul called yesterday and yelled at me. He was then put on hold for about forty minutes (he's on the banned list. he yells. a lot. about anything.). I tried to disconnect him, but the bugger called back. So after we stopped accepting calls and the show ended, he called to yell at me (shocker). He then told me that he was going to send me his cell phone bill for being on the phone over an hour. I calmly explained that I was a mere intern and that I have no part in deciding who is put on the air. He yelled. I told him to have a nice day. Click.
Anyways. Today I went to the same studio that I record in everyday. I dialed the number, including miscellaneous security codes, flipped the Getner on and waited for the line to be picked up. Instead of the cheerful voice of a Morgan Stanley representative who was ready to record the business for the afternoon, I heard this...
"Hello, 9-1-1, what is your emergency?"
Me: Uhh..um..no.
Operator: Hello? What is your emergency?
Me: No no, I dialed this by accident! Sorry!
Operator: I understand that you don;t want to talk to me miss, but I have to make sure there isn't an emergency. What is your address and phone number?
I gave him my information and hung up, laughing at myself and trying to figure out how I had mis-dialed so horribly.
Later in the afternoon, I went to production control to answer phones for the daily call-in talk show. Are you ready for the ironic part?
The topic was the pentagon's post- 9/11 case. 9-1-1 and 9/11 all in the same afternoon.
We have a list of banned and kooky callers. We're supposed to indicate to the host/hostess if one of the callers in on that list. Well lo and behold, my first called of the day was Bob. Bob happens to be a frequent caller. In a slurred and barely audible voice he informed me that the CEO of the station, who's a bit of a character around Albany, deserves to be paid more. Billions more. Oh and guess what else, Bob is a scientist. He's also been a prisoner of war. And he's a billionaire. But he didn't contribute at our latest fund drive because he's been "cut-off" from being on air. Gee, I can't imagine why. Did I mention that he's on the banned/kooky list several times because he calls and says that he's from all different locations? Yea.
The best part is that his friend Paul called yesterday and yelled at me. He was then put on hold for about forty minutes (he's on the banned list. he yells. a lot. about anything.). I tried to disconnect him, but the bugger called back. So after we stopped accepting calls and the show ended, he called to yell at me (shocker). He then told me that he was going to send me his cell phone bill for being on the phone over an hour. I calmly explained that I was a mere intern and that I have no part in deciding who is put on the air. He yelled. I told him to have a nice day. Click.
14:59
If you ask my parents what their only daughter's life long dream is, they would probably not know. What they do know is that I am addicted to fame. Shallow, sure, but I am utterly fascinated by it. Why are some celeb's 15 minutes longer than others? And what the hell happened to Alex Mack? I am always on top of the latest news on Britney BUT I can also tell you all of the aspects of the Presidential debates/caucuses/polls etc...I can tell you the latest fashion's from Milan as well as how badly the economy is doing. And not to sound too self indulgent I have a wicked sense of humor. It was said sense of humor (read: dorkiness) that got me to 14:59.
New York Fashion Week (read post below), oh how I love and loathe thee. On one of the better days, ie. Tuesday, I felt important, accomplished and "cool." I went backstage for the Tibi show (first of all, getting backstage passes made me feel ultimately cool) and interviewed the designer, Saleisha from ANTM and an extremely socially awkward model from Vancouver. After I interviewed the newest model sensation Saleisha, I was approached by a camera crew who was following her around, they asked me a few questions, made me sign a release form and said "OK look for yourself on television!"
My next brush with celeb status was when I was waiting in line for the Cynthia Steffe show. Blair and I were sitting on the edge of the fountain minding our own business when a young woman approached us and asked if we wouldn't mind posing for a few pictures. She then went on to say how we were totally fashionable and she asked us both some questions. Turns out, she is the Associate Fashion & Beauty Editor for Alloy (a catalog I frequently browse). I wound up on the Fashion Seen page on their website. The Editor was super sweet and we still keep in touch, and it is thanks to her that I felt famous for .5 seconds.
The next and last taste of the spotlight came when Blair and I were walking out of a show. A reporter from the New York Sun made a beeline to us and asked if she could ask us a few questions. She wanted to know if I knew my facts about the current Presidential campaign. It was, after all Super Tuesday. Contrary to the snotty reporters belief, I knew my stuff and gave some damn good answers. I caught her not writing stuff down and looking away frequently. So unprofessional. Too bad girly, I'm not a ditzy fashion slut with no brain and no opinion. I checked the next day to see if she used my quote, her article was no where to be found.
Although I have not reached paparazzi/Britney status, I hope the clock stays at 14:59 for quite some time.
New York Fashion Week (read post below), oh how I love and loathe thee. On one of the better days, ie. Tuesday, I felt important, accomplished and "cool." I went backstage for the Tibi show (first of all, getting backstage passes made me feel ultimately cool) and interviewed the designer, Saleisha from ANTM and an extremely socially awkward model from Vancouver. After I interviewed the newest model sensation Saleisha, I was approached by a camera crew who was following her around, they asked me a few questions, made me sign a release form and said "OK look for yourself on television!"
My next brush with celeb status was when I was waiting in line for the Cynthia Steffe show. Blair and I were sitting on the edge of the fountain minding our own business when a young woman approached us and asked if we wouldn't mind posing for a few pictures. She then went on to say how we were totally fashionable and she asked us both some questions. Turns out, she is the Associate Fashion & Beauty Editor for Alloy (a catalog I frequently browse). I wound up on the Fashion Seen page on their website. The Editor was super sweet and we still keep in touch, and it is thanks to her that I felt famous for .5 seconds.
The next and last taste of the spotlight came when Blair and I were walking out of a show. A reporter from the New York Sun made a beeline to us and asked if she could ask us a few questions. She wanted to know if I knew my facts about the current Presidential campaign. It was, after all Super Tuesday. Contrary to the snotty reporters belief, I knew my stuff and gave some damn good answers. I caught her not writing stuff down and looking away frequently. So unprofessional. Too bad girly, I'm not a ditzy fashion slut with no brain and no opinion. I checked the next day to see if she used my quote, her article was no where to be found.
Although I have not reached paparazzi/Britney status, I hope the clock stays at 14:59 for quite some time.
It's All About Aramis
I am a college sophomore currently interning for the Legislative Gazette, a political paper in
College students are continuously encouraged to intern sometime during their college career, and as one of those students, I took it upon myself to apply for a couple. Now, every time I mention that I’m interning in my second year, people usually make reference to how early I started. That’s when I’m like “WTF!” I’ve been pushed into interning and now that I am actually participating in one people seem to have this problem with it. Even my adviser said that I was starting a little early, but of course he mentioned it the week before I was on my way to
In all honesty, I’m enjoying this. I get to live on my own (kind of - I have three female house mates), I don’t have classes (well …I have this one PolySci class every Monday morning, for an hour), and I get to party all the time! Okay, so not all the time since I’m usually tired from working, but it’s cool. This opportunity is one that I’m truly grateful for and the experience will help in the long run. There are so many new things I get to add to my résumé already, and it has only been a month.
The first day here, me and five other interns had to do the one thing that all new people dread. We had to introduce ourselves. Two editors, a.k.a. the bosses, said that six interns is smaller than most classes they’ve had yet. Four of them are from UAlbany, one from SUNY Purchase, and then there’s me … SUNY New Paltz. The editors also attended New Paltz, but that hasn’t gotten me any cool points. (I get those on my own :}).
I’d like to say that my writing has improved but journalists always think their writing is wonderful, until their work is handed in to a “know-it-all” editor. I’m not ripping on my bosses or anything, because these guys are actually cool. Plus, they always make this joke about not being “real” editors. One usually says “If I was a real editor, I’d be screaming at you right now.” Fortunately, he hasn’t directed that quote toward me yet.
The circle of six interns and two editors wasn’t big enough to allow time for me to take deep breaths before it was my turn but during my introduction, the main editor sort of finished it off for me.
Me: “Hi, I’m Aramis …”
Editor: “Grant? New Paltz?”
Me: “Yes”
Editor (with eyebrows scrunched as if he already knew my answer to his next question and wanted to confirm it): “How old are you?”
Me: “19”
Editor: “You’re the youngest intern we have ever had here.”
Well if that wasn’t enough to get me going, I don’t know what was! I was so excited I told all my friends (doing that little boastful thing we all do when making something out of nothing) and of course I told my parents. Boy, were they proud of their little girl.
That’s all done now. No one really cares about my age although I do get made fun of for “technically” being five because I was born on February 29, which by-the-way is actually on the calendar this year!
Aramis is currently interning for the Legislative Gazette. This is her first time in
Feb 19, 2008
Let's Call it a Mid-Mid-Life Crisis
Ode to the Semi Colon
This weekend left me drained and tired of life in general and mine in particular. It may seem like it, but this is not in fact the beginning of a depressing "woes me!" post.
Today there was an intern luncheon and I met several other interns. I really enjoyed it. One of the reasons why I really wanted to start this post was because I like hearing other people's stories. I want to know how people got to the internship or job that they're in now. And lord knows I like to talk about myself.
The meeting got me thinking about my future and what I want and I really just...don't know. At all. Well that's not true. I do know basically what I want to do but the problem isn't know what I want it's knowing how to get to what I want which is what is proving difficult for me.
I want it all right now and I'm having trouble finding the energy to do all the little things that need to be done to get me where I'm going.
I just realized that I am talking in circles.
I'll lay out the facts:
I want to write.
I want to live in a city, preferably NYC or Barcelona.
I want to write things that I choose to write.
I want to stop writing about writing and just produce something worth reading.
I am in a slump. And I'm stuck in Smallbany to top it all off. Maaaaaaaather.
This weekend left me drained and tired of life in general and mine in particular. It may seem like it, but this is not in fact the beginning of a depressing "woes me!" post.
Today there was an intern luncheon and I met several other interns. I really enjoyed it. One of the reasons why I really wanted to start this post was because I like hearing other people's stories. I want to know how people got to the internship or job that they're in now. And lord knows I like to talk about myself.
The meeting got me thinking about my future and what I want and I really just...don't know. At all. Well that's not true. I do know basically what I want to do but the problem isn't know what I want it's knowing how to get to what I want which is what is proving difficult for me.
I want it all right now and I'm having trouble finding the energy to do all the little things that need to be done to get me where I'm going.
I just realized that I am talking in circles.
I'll lay out the facts:
I want to write.
I want to live in a city, preferably NYC or Barcelona.
I want to write things that I choose to write.
I want to stop writing about writing and just produce something worth reading.
I am in a slump. And I'm stuck in Smallbany to top it all off. Maaaaaaaather.
Feb 15, 2008
Do you want a piece of me?
As the saying goes, all press is good press. I would tend to agree with said individuals, but not all press like to keep their employees around to feel that way. The New York Times is planning on laying off over 100 newsroom jobs as a result of decrease in advertising. All the news that is fit to print may not be all there anymore. This news comes after reports that the NY Times, Tribune, Gannett and Hearst are joining forces to attract more national readers to their online databases to create more revenue for advertising.
-Newsday
I don't really have a point to my post today, I'm just sad and disappointed at what the world, the economy and now the journalism industry has come to. I suppose the four conglomerates had no other choice...apparently everyone wants a piece.
Feb 14, 2008
Feb 13, 2008
Candidates Spin the Sushi
On my way to Albany a few weeks ago I stumbled across an article in the Metro Section of the New York Times that had me laughing out loud, I found this article so amusing that when I arrived at my destination, it was all I could talk about.
I love me some sushi, but turning into a thermometer...I would rather not.
I love me some sushi, but turning into a thermometer...I would rather not.
Feb 11, 2008
Can YOU Find Iraq on a Map?
In this article, cnn.com points out that approximately two thirds of Americans between the ages of 18 and 24 can’t find
Working on my journalism degree in my undergrad, a running knowledge of current events was expected. Even though I prefer to know what’s going on with Britney over what’s going on in
If nothing else, there is a high that comes with reading a story about unfolding events. I like being inundated with information from all different angles. The technology age is here, making news ever easier to get into. Even though I am not a fan of John Stewart in a news reporting sense, I do like that his ability to get younger viewers interested in politics and current events.
If I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard it said that newspapers are not going to be around much longer…I wouldn’t have to worry about potentially not having a career. I love newspapers. I love dissecting the Sunday New York Times, a page at a time while laying in bad. There’s so much old school romance behind it. When newspapers were first being published, they were expensive so only the affluent could afford them. Personally, I believe that newspapers will come full circle and become a source for the well off eventually. There will only be a few, perhaps the New York Times, The Washington Post and the LA Times, but they will still be around!
I just don’t know what it’s going to be like in the future. I love writing, but part of my thinks that I’m wasting my time in the journalism world. Unless I start working for some celebrity stalk rag, and as interesting as that might be, I’m not looking to become a professional stalker. The most disturbing part of this trend is that Journalism students aren’t supporting the industry that they’re in. Similar to the idea that aspiring fashion designers shouldn’t buy designer knock-offs because it disturbs the industry, as journalism students, the industry is being destroyed by a lack of interest.
Feb 10, 2008
Newbie explains herself
Three Words: I – Don’t - Know
The Good Stuff:
My life revolves around three things: School, News, Roller Derby. To be clearer, I’m a graduate student at the Medill School of Journalism. I love my program and what I’m doing, though it kind of can consume my life. But that’s where Roller Derby comes in: I referee so I don’t lose my mind.
There’s not too much to me besides school and subsequently journalism, I talk about the news, read the paper and magazines, listen to NPR and spend a ton of money on coffee. Though my spelling abilities have yet to improve.
Love music, (my top 5 bands are: The Rolling Stones, the New Pornographers, The Clash, The Decemberists, and number 5 fluctuates between Johnny Cash, the Shins, Pink Floyd and the Smiths), love good food, tasty beer, dive bars, stories and the history channel. And Law & Order.
My mouth doesn’t have much of a filter. I talk a lot without thinking, and sometimes it can be funny and charming, but most of the time it’s not and can be offensive.
My Writing:
I prefer to write features, and sometimes I don’t really know if I can write anything but an anecdotal lede. My writing style fluctuates with what I’m writing, and I’m not really sure if I can pin down an adjective for my voice or style. I can be straight-forward and newsy, bitingly sarcastic, tell someone’s story. The writer may not be the best person to ask about their style; it is very much like asking someone to describe themselves.
The Good Stuff:
My life revolves around three things: School, News, Roller Derby. To be clearer, I’m a graduate student at the Medill School of Journalism. I love my program and what I’m doing, though it kind of can consume my life. But that’s where Roller Derby comes in: I referee so I don’t lose my mind.
There’s not too much to me besides school and subsequently journalism, I talk about the news, read the paper and magazines, listen to NPR and spend a ton of money on coffee. Though my spelling abilities have yet to improve.
Love music, (my top 5 bands are: The Rolling Stones, the New Pornographers, The Clash, The Decemberists, and number 5 fluctuates between Johnny Cash, the Shins, Pink Floyd and the Smiths), love good food, tasty beer, dive bars, stories and the history channel. And Law & Order.
My mouth doesn’t have much of a filter. I talk a lot without thinking, and sometimes it can be funny and charming, but most of the time it’s not and can be offensive.
My Writing:
I prefer to write features, and sometimes I don’t really know if I can write anything but an anecdotal lede. My writing style fluctuates with what I’m writing, and I’m not really sure if I can pin down an adjective for my voice or style. I can be straight-forward and newsy, bitingly sarcastic, tell someone’s story. The writer may not be the best person to ask about their style; it is very much like asking someone to describe themselves.
Feb 8, 2008
Fashion Week, Free Stuff and the Flu
I actually hate the color orange but it matches this blog so I am going to deal with it. Oh man, where to start...NY Fashion Week started on February 1st...a week of hell and stress and really the only thing that makes up for it is the free stuff and stalking Nigel Barker. My first Fashion Week was last season and I thought I had pretty good luck considering I didn't have any invites, this time however I was prepared and scored a sweet number of invites to some pretty awesome shows. And without further adieu, here it goes.
Nautica started off the festivities, and to my delight a gift bag with a nice little polo. The gift bag made me happier than a pig in shit, until the show finale when the male models all came out WITH THEIR SHIRTS OFF! Swoooon! Possibly one of the best things that could have happened that day. BCBG was next and I was pleasantly surprised with Max Azria's collection. Normally it's cute but "blah" but he added in some great colors like rasberry, teal and marigold that compliments Fall perfectly.
After BCBG, Blair and I went to an event hosted by our friend Jay at Theory uptown. We really couldn't pass up the invite with 20% off everything in the store (closed for the private event) and food and drinks...talk about a perfect night! We couldn't stay long because there was still fashion to be runwayed. We hi-tailed it back to Bryant Park and made it to the Erin Fetherston show. Pretty as usual, but also darker with some of her pieces looking like a monastery uniform. Nevertheless, the night was still abundant with fashion at the Venexiana show, and definitely the best show of the night. The models had attitude, the music was perfect and the clothing was not something you wear on a regular basis but was absolutely exquisite with Kati Stern's attention to detail.
Saturday was a bust. I attempted to get into Lacoste (I heart rumors that their gift bags are to die for) but was unsuccessful at the door. The next one on my list was the Academy of Art University fashion show. 10 designers 9 collections and I was not impressed, a little confused but not impressed. Araks and Mara Hoffman (a 2-for-1 deal) also left me wondering if I wasted my time coming into the city on my day off. Araks was possibly one of the most boring shows I have ever seen, over sized brown potato sacks and over sized cobalt blue sweaters were not just "blah" they were unflattering. Mara Hoffman on the other hand was awesome! The two collections couldn't have been more different! She introduced color and patterns but they weren't over done. And with her Arabian night meets the wild west theme really made for some interesting pieces. She introduced a gunslinger vest in a mini version and a regular that I will be sure to pick up, when I save enough money. The rest of the day did not look promising so I went home.
Sunday, I was off and Blair was manning the ship as I recouped and watched the Giants win New York the Superbowl!
Monday was possibly one of the worst days of Fashion Week so far. Taking my frustration with me from Saturday, I was about ready to punch some bitchy PR sluts in their faces. We started off with Betsey Johnson, and after fighting with a security guard they finally let us in at the last minute. They weren't letting us sit so we had to stand in back of a sea of people making it impossible for us to see the runway. I decided to be resourceful and climbed on some stairs to try and get a decent picture. I love Betsey, she always puts on an awesome show but her actual looks this time around were a bit odd. Honestly I couldn't really see because this bitch thought it was a great idea that every time I was about to take a picture to throw her fat hand in the air with her camera so all I would get was her mother effing hand. Bitch. After getting out of Betsey, we somehow missed LucaLuca and waited on line for Pamella Rolland which was beautiful. And i must admit that I was jealous for a number of reasons in that show, 1. I can't afford her stuff and 2. one of Rolland's account exec.'s is engaged to Eli Manning. *Sigh* And now is when the day took a serious turn for the worse. Now, I should point out that I got into Max Azria last season, and we were confirmed for his other shows this past week, so when Blair and I walked up to the table an older blonde PR bitch was checking someone in, she turns around looking Blair and I up and down and says "Oh, Hello." and walks away!!! Um, complete judgment going on here! Needless to say we didn't get in, so we decided to wait on line for our confirmed spot in the Ports 1961 show. So much for "confirmed"--after receiving SEVERAL invitations in the mail, we walked up to the check in table and what do ya know we aren't on the list. Even with the invitation in my hand there's nothing. The fat gay fucker gave Blair and I standing room and we waited on line for over an hour. We did notice a lot of time passed and that's when I looked up at the monitors and saw the show starting without us and about over 100 other guests standing outside. Talk about inconsiderate! It was at this point that I was lucky to be unarmed because someone would have been seriously injured.
Tuesday, though, was a MUCH better day. We got to go backstage for Tibi, interview the designer and the newest ANTM winner Saelisha. The collection was adorable and it's not terribly expensive either. Badgley Mischka was next and was also amazing, since we got in and got relatively good seats. Monique Lhuilllier, who I want to design my wedding dress (well her or Reem Acra), was also beautiful. And compared to the PR people we were dealing with today, it was such a change from the days before. Cynthia Steffe was in the afternoon and as Blair and I waited on line, I had no idea who I was standing next to. Come to find out it was Miss J! Totally didn't recognize him/her from his plain clothes appearance, but he still looked fabulous! After a brief stint back at the office we ventured out to the Joanna Mastroianni show, who was attended by none other than Ginger from Gilligan's Island (the Movie Star, come on now- you know the theme song). The collection was great, although her use of fur was off and seemed to be added in just for the sake of it being added in.
Wednesday, well was a different kind of day from hell. First of all, I woke up at 3am in a sweat, nauseous, starving and practically couldn't move. Anything I smelled made me want to barf, my head felt like it weighed a million pounds and I couldn't think straight. I sucked it up and went into the City, hoping as the day progressed I would feel better. No such luck. After attempting to eat dry Cheerios and drinking some water, I decided that I should take the next train back home. But first I had some fashion reporting to do, Malan Brenton was up first. A winner of Project Runway, I was extremely excited to see what he had in store for us. Hoping I didn't pass out first, we g ot into the show and I was impressed. He gave us a SWEET gift bag which made my feeling like shit a little more tolerable. I literally couldn't stand or hold myself up so Blair and I sat in the Fashion Week makeshift coffee house until I had to leave for the train.
I got back to my neck of the woods, literally, and drove straight to the doctor. Lo and behold, I had a 102.2 fever and they tested me for strep and the flu. To my surprise, and the doctors, both tests came back negative. Doc said I had all of the flu symptoms, fever, aches and pains, congestion etc...so I was ordered to bed, lots of fluids and not to return to work until Monday. Thus, missing the last two days of Fashion Week. Unfortunately, Thursday would have been an extremely big day for me, with 4 confirmed shows and two interviews. I was holed up in bed, watching That Thing You Do! and Project Runway reruns coughing up a lung and eating my chicken soup.
This is where the story ends folks, as of now I beat the fever and I am on the road to recovery...and hopefully my career in fashion is salvageable too.
Nautica started off the festivities, and to my delight a gift bag with a nice little polo. The gift bag made me happier than a pig in shit, until the show finale when the male models all came out WITH THEIR SHIRTS OFF! Swoooon! Possibly one of the best things that could have happened that day. BCBG was next and I was pleasantly surprised with Max Azria's collection. Normally it's cute but "blah" but he added in some great colors like rasberry, teal and marigold that compliments Fall perfectly.
After BCBG, Blair and I went to an event hosted by our friend Jay at Theory uptown. We really couldn't pass up the invite with 20% off everything in the store (closed for the private event) and food and drinks...talk about a perfect night! We couldn't stay long because there was still fashion to be runwayed. We hi-tailed it back to Bryant Park and made it to the Erin Fetherston show. Pretty as usual, but also darker with some of her pieces looking like a monastery uniform. Nevertheless, the night was still abundant with fashion at the Venexiana show, and definitely the best show of the night. The models had attitude, the music was perfect and the clothing was not something you wear on a regular basis but was absolutely exquisite with Kati Stern's attention to detail.
Saturday was a bust. I attempted to get into Lacoste (I heart rumors that their gift bags are to die for) but was unsuccessful at the door. The next one on my list was the Academy of Art University fashion show. 10 designers 9 collections and I was not impressed, a little confused but not impressed. Araks and Mara Hoffman (a 2-for-1 deal) also left me wondering if I wasted my time coming into the city on my day off. Araks was possibly one of the most boring shows I have ever seen, over sized brown potato sacks and over sized cobalt blue sweaters were not just "blah" they were unflattering. Mara Hoffman on the other hand was awesome! The two collections couldn't have been more different! She introduced color and patterns but they weren't over done. And with her Arabian night meets the wild west theme really made for some interesting pieces. She introduced a gunslinger vest in a mini version and a regular that I will be sure to pick up, when I save enough money. The rest of the day did not look promising so I went home.
Sunday, I was off and Blair was manning the ship as I recouped and watched the Giants win New York the Superbowl!
Monday was possibly one of the worst days of Fashion Week so far. Taking my frustration with me from Saturday, I was about ready to punch some bitchy PR sluts in their faces. We started off with Betsey Johnson, and after fighting with a security guard they finally let us in at the last minute. They weren't letting us sit so we had to stand in back of a sea of people making it impossible for us to see the runway. I decided to be resourceful and climbed on some stairs to try and get a decent picture. I love Betsey, she always puts on an awesome show but her actual looks this time around were a bit odd. Honestly I couldn't really see because this bitch thought it was a great idea that every time I was about to take a picture to throw her fat hand in the air with her camera so all I would get was her mother effing hand. Bitch. After getting out of Betsey, we somehow missed LucaLuca and waited on line for Pamella Rolland which was beautiful. And i must admit that I was jealous for a number of reasons in that show, 1. I can't afford her stuff and 2. one of Rolland's account exec.'s is engaged to Eli Manning. *Sigh* And now is when the day took a serious turn for the worse. Now, I should point out that I got into Max Azria last season, and we were confirmed for his other shows this past week, so when Blair and I walked up to the table an older blonde PR bitch was checking someone in, she turns around looking Blair and I up and down and says "Oh, Hello." and walks away!!! Um, complete judgment going on here! Needless to say we didn't get in, so we decided to wait on line for our confirmed spot in the Ports 1961 show. So much for "confirmed"--after receiving SEVERAL invitations in the mail, we walked up to the check in table and what do ya know we aren't on the list. Even with the invitation in my hand there's nothing. The fat gay fucker gave Blair and I standing room and we waited on line for over an hour. We did notice a lot of time passed and that's when I looked up at the monitors and saw the show starting without us and about over 100 other guests standing outside. Talk about inconsiderate! It was at this point that I was lucky to be unarmed because someone would have been seriously injured.
Tuesday, though, was a MUCH better day. We got to go backstage for Tibi, interview the designer and the newest ANTM winner Saelisha. The collection was adorable and it's not terribly expensive either. Badgley Mischka was next and was also amazing, since we got in and got relatively good seats. Monique Lhuilllier, who I want to design my wedding dress (well her or Reem Acra), was also beautiful. And compared to the PR people we were dealing with today, it was such a change from the days before. Cynthia Steffe was in the afternoon and as Blair and I waited on line, I had no idea who I was standing next to. Come to find out it was Miss J! Totally didn't recognize him/her from his plain clothes appearance, but he still looked fabulous! After a brief stint back at the office we ventured out to the Joanna Mastroianni show, who was attended by none other than Ginger from Gilligan's Island (the Movie Star, come on now- you know the theme song). The collection was great, although her use of fur was off and seemed to be added in just for the sake of it being added in.
Wednesday, well was a different kind of day from hell. First of all, I woke up at 3am in a sweat, nauseous, starving and practically couldn't move. Anything I smelled made me want to barf, my head felt like it weighed a million pounds and I couldn't think straight. I sucked it up and went into the City, hoping as the day progressed I would feel better. No such luck. After attempting to eat dry Cheerios and drinking some water, I decided that I should take the next train back home. But first I had some fashion reporting to do, Malan Brenton was up first. A winner of Project Runway, I was extremely excited to see what he had in store for us. Hoping I didn't pass out first, we g ot into the show and I was impressed. He gave us a SWEET gift bag which made my feeling like shit a little more tolerable. I literally couldn't stand or hold myself up so Blair and I sat in the Fashion Week makeshift coffee house until I had to leave for the train.
I got back to my neck of the woods, literally, and drove straight to the doctor. Lo and behold, I had a 102.2 fever and they tested me for strep and the flu. To my surprise, and the doctors, both tests came back negative. Doc said I had all of the flu symptoms, fever, aches and pains, congestion etc...so I was ordered to bed, lots of fluids and not to return to work until Monday. Thus, missing the last two days of Fashion Week. Unfortunately, Thursday would have been an extremely big day for me, with 4 confirmed shows and two interviews. I was holed up in bed, watching That Thing You Do! and Project Runway reruns coughing up a lung and eating my chicken soup.
This is where the story ends folks, as of now I beat the fever and I am on the road to recovery...and hopefully my career in fashion is salvageable too.
Feb 4, 2008
Happy Monday
Interesting.
I just found this cool link on ed2010.com.
Also, being constantly connected to the internet,there are several websites that I check on a regular basis:
ed2010.com
mediabistro.com
journalismjobs.com.
I look at internships and jobs and it seems to me, that as someone who is about to graduate, I am in between the two. Most of the jobs I see require more experience then I have but I can't justify doing another unpaid internship. I've also had such great, hands-on experience in my internships that I do NOT want to start getting coffee and answering phones.
I'm too smart for that...I think..
Interning at a radio station with no experience is pretty hard on the optimism. I feel like an idiot. I’d love to walk into an internship or job and know exactly what to do and when to do it in which sequence. But I don’t. And my internship is making me feel like a complete dummy. I want to cry right now because I almost just messed up a live show. So now I am wasting my time surfing the internet and waiting to feck something up again as will inevitable. I’m going to go sniffle in the bathroom now, as I tend to do when I make an oppsy.
PS Life Lesson : People are mean.
I just found this cool link on ed2010.com.
Also, being constantly connected to the internet,there are several websites that I check on a regular basis:
ed2010.com
mediabistro.com
journalismjobs.com.
I look at internships and jobs and it seems to me, that as someone who is about to graduate, I am in between the two. Most of the jobs I see require more experience then I have but I can't justify doing another unpaid internship. I've also had such great, hands-on experience in my internships that I do NOT want to start getting coffee and answering phones.
I'm too smart for that...I think..
Interning at a radio station with no experience is pretty hard on the optimism. I feel like an idiot. I’d love to walk into an internship or job and know exactly what to do and when to do it in which sequence. But I don’t. And my internship is making me feel like a complete dummy. I want to cry right now because I almost just messed up a live show. So now I am wasting my time surfing the internet and waiting to feck something up again as will inevitable. I’m going to go sniffle in the bathroom now, as I tend to do when I make an oppsy.
PS Life Lesson : People are mean.
Feb 1, 2008
There's Something About Allie
Me in three words: Ambitious-Honest-Dorky
The Good Stuff
I'm the oldest of the bunch, somewhere in the middle of quiet and loud...let's call it medium, k? I do have a temper, but I'm as sweet as pie until you piss me off. I watch Friends DVD's like it's my job and can recite every line to every episode, and at least once a day I reference a Friends episode to everyday life. Seriously, ask the others.
I love me a good memoir, and the Metro Section of the New York Times. Everyone's first impression of me is ALWAYS wrong.
I have a thing for Tea--Chai, Green, Lipton, Rasberry...and I admire my Aunt who can easily drink 18 cups a day.
I am a HUGE animal lover, and will one day donate my millions to create a no-kill animal shelter on a enormous stretch of land in the country to let the doggies run around and play with each other.
I believed my Dad when he said, "There's always room for cookies."
I am fascinated with other cultures, other people and will always be caught judging a book by it's cover. We all do it, don't lie.
My Writing
It's dramatic, according to my boyfriend. I love to tell a story, a good story. I also like to incorporate humor, because it's important. I've been a journalism rebel from the start, (Prof. Good would be so proud) and never followed the inverted pyramid style, which made my editors at the Times Herald Record none to happy with their intern. It was after that experience that I vowed to myself never to work at a daily, and that it would be magazines or broadcast for me.
Going with the statement, "Life never turns out the way you planned" I am now at an online magazine, as their Senior Music and Fashion editor (what were they thinking? I know, right). I have been privy to some SWEET interviews, as well as New York Fashion Week. At the same time, I can't help but feel like I am pigeonholing myself here and want to strive for something more.
For the future, I want a nice house in Westchester, an office with a view of the park and the envy of everyone I went to high school and college with. A house in the Keys would be nice too. A gig as the Beauty editor of a Condenast/ Hearst magazine or a gig on MTV News would satisfy my journalism hunger. Or perhaps a move to the West coast. I have always had big dreams, deal with it.
I am currently living at home with my Mom, commuting 2 hours door-to-door to NYC and plan on moving in with my boyfriend when his apartment is finished being built (long story). My goal this year is to basically get myself out of debt and become completely independent.
And like Meg, said...I wouldn't mind becoming a D-List celeb-someone who is familiar but not followed by the paparazzi.
One last thing, SAVE BRITNEY!
I'm the oldest of the bunch, somewhere in the middle of quiet and loud...let's call it medium, k? I do have a temper, but I'm as sweet as pie until you piss me off. I watch Friends DVD's like it's my job and can recite every line to every episode, and at least once a day I reference a Friends episode to everyday life. Seriously, ask the others.
I love me a good memoir, and the Metro Section of the New York Times. Everyone's first impression of me is ALWAYS wrong.
I have a thing for Tea--Chai, Green, Lipton, Rasberry...and I admire my Aunt who can easily drink 18 cups a day.
I am a HUGE animal lover, and will one day donate my millions to create a no-kill animal shelter on a enormous stretch of land in the country to let the doggies run around and play with each other.
I believed my Dad when he said, "There's always room for cookies."
I am fascinated with other cultures, other people and will always be caught judging a book by it's cover. We all do it, don't lie.
It's dramatic, according to my boyfriend. I love to tell a story, a good story. I also like to incorporate humor, because it's important. I've been a journalism rebel from the start, (Prof. Good would be so proud) and never followed the inverted pyramid style, which made my editors at the Times Herald Record none to happy with their intern. It was after that experience that I vowed to myself never to work at a daily, and that it would be magazines or broadcast for me.
Going with the statement, "Life never turns out the way you planned" I am now at an online magazine, as their Senior Music and Fashion editor (what were they thinking? I know, right). I have been privy to some SWEET interviews, as well as New York Fashion Week. At the same time, I can't help but feel like I am pigeonholing myself here and want to strive for something more.
For the future, I want a nice house in Westchester, an office with a view of the park and the envy of everyone I went to high school and college with. A house in the Keys would be nice too. A gig as the Beauty editor of a Condenast/ Hearst magazine or a gig on MTV News would satisfy my journalism hunger. Or perhaps a move to the West coast. I have always had big dreams, deal with it.
I am currently living at home with my Mom, commuting 2 hours door-to-door to NYC and plan on moving in with my boyfriend when his apartment is finished being built (long story). My goal this year is to basically get myself out of debt and become completely independent.
And like Meg, said...I wouldn't mind becoming a D-List celeb-someone who is familiar but not followed by the paparazzi.
One last thing, SAVE BRITNEY!
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