It’s 8:30 am and the phones are buzzing, coffee is being sipped at every cubicle and fashionably dressed, beautiful young women are calling out celebrity guest list names to each other at a hot NYC PR firm.
“Vogue needs front row seating, don’t put Neiman’s next to Barney’s, no – that freelance writer cannot get an interview with the designer!”
I’ve had about 6 hours of sleep and was in the office until 10:30pm last night, still on my blackberry in bed till about midnight, sending follow up emails. Oh, the glamorous life of fashion. Yes, the idea is fabulous, the clothes are beautiful, the celebrities are “A” list, but this is hard work! My nails are in desperate need of a manicure, my hair hasn’t been washed in two days, and my skin is looking a little lack-luster from being held hostage in an office for the past 50 hours with no sleep. Still, the adrenaline is pumping and the addiction to the fashion high I get from the buzz around me is apparent. This is where I belong!
First up, backstage at a fabulous New York City designer’s show. The guest list is long and the people aggressively crowd the entrance all claming to have interviews booked. The fashionista Jekyll and Hyde, yikes! What a monster.
Me: “I’m sorry, you are not on the list. May I see your business card?”
Her: “That is not possible! No, I do not have one.” she responds in an annoying, thick, French accent.
Me: “There is nothing I can do, I’m sorry.”
Her: “Let me see the list!”
She abruptly grabs it from my hands.
Simultaneously, an annoying “C” list talk show host enters arrogantly in gaudy sunglasses, covered in attitude.
“I won’t stay and watch the show unless I have front row seating,” he declares.
“I’m sorry, who are you and where exactly does your show broadcast?”
He pouts, grabs his credentials and storms off to do his job…. we hope.
Backstage, the models are getting their makeup done by top artists, stylists are dressing girls in their first looks, celebrities are saying hello to the designer and TV cameras are catching it all on film.
Lights are flashing everywhere creating a blur in the chaotic, yet organized, mayhem and girls dressed in chic, black attire on headsets are running the show. But time is running out! There is a rush to the stage entrance as everyone scammers to get their assigned seats.
Photographers frantically check front row seating for celebrity sightings. Those who don’t have assigned seating push their way to the best standing section they can find. The chatter softens, the music starts, lights go down, then up a dial, and the show begins.
Awwww….. the collection is beautiful, the designer receives a standing ovation and everyone is satisfied with another successful show. Thank god. Now, on to the next one!
Images courtesy of the Fashion Spot forums.