Hello Edsters,
Before I started my internship at one of my favorite fashion magazines, I tried to visualize what my days would entail. As glamourous as I might have imagined them to be, I knew long treacherous days were heading my way. That thought has now turned into my reality.
Immediately as I walk through the glass doors of magazine heaven, insanity starts, especially when there is a photo shoot that day. From zig-zagging in cabs across the city to picking up needed pieces at various showrooms and the daily coffee runs for multiple editors, it's becoming less and less surprising when I look down at my glitter-incrested watch to see the time has passed me by. Yes, I feel as though I have become Andy in The Devil Wears Prada.
Yet as tiresome as my two weeks into my internship has been, my hard-work seemed to finally catch someone's eye when one of the assistant editors asked if I could lend a helping hand at one of their shoots (as if I'd ever say no!). Before she could even finish her sentence, that three-letter word flew out of my mouth!
