For the love of Fashion

My Luck on 5th avenue

Crisp air, honking horns, busy New Yorkers. It was the perfect day for a beautiful witty, college graduate -such as me- to go out and find herself a job! It's a struggle, you know? The working class. I'm walking down 5th avenue in my new Prada shoes, Marc Jacobs dress and Tory Burch bag in hand. I'm feeling confident, ready and dare I say it, sexy !

That's when I saw it. It was in the mirror of Bendels. It was a gorgeous red Valentino gown. It was flowing and flawless. The color of lust, with a deep plunging neckline and sheer lace detailing on the back. I stared at it for about 10 mins on the street looking like a fool, before I finally walked into the store. By the time I found out that the dress was too expensive for me to be even looking at it, I was already late to my interview. Oh, I forgot to say! I had an interview at Teen Vogue that day! So, I'm running down 5th avenue, wind in hair and bags in hand (yeah, I just had to buy something. I mean com'on it's Bendels) and all of a sudden it hits me. Or he hits me actually. All my bags fall out of my hand and I'm left looking at this incredibly gorgeous guy. He Has the most perfect face. A subtle 5'0clock shadow and his eyes are piercing green.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't um, looking" he said in the most husky and enticingly beautiful Voice I've ever heard.

"Its ss-okay" I stuttered.

Then he walked away. Just like that, he was gone. It's felt like losing something you never knew you had to begin with. I didn't even know that guy yet even while I was at my interview I couldn't get him out of my head.

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"So when did you start reading Teen Vogue?" the very chic lady in a Louis Vuitton checkered number asked me.

She was the senior fashion news director. Her hair was pulled back in a very sleek bun and she had cheek bones! I mean everybody has cheek bones but this lady makes Tyra Banks look like the Pillsbury dough boy. Her office was very contemporary. Her chairs were uncomfortable but they match perfectly with the glass table. The walls were painted a very light sliver, with artistic strokes of white on them. And she had flowers every where. They were strategically placed, but they were everywhere.

"Well, I started reading when I was 12, and that's when I really fell in love with Fashion. I loved that it was soo unpredictable. I've always been kind of a girly girl. I loved dresses and skirts and so the love for fashion came naturally to me. Every month when I got a new issue I would tear some of my favorite pictures out and put them on my wall. By the time I left for college you couldn't even tell my wall was pink!"

Oh my God! I feel like I just told her my life story. Now she probably thinks all I like to do is talk about my self. Shit!

"Well, how would you like to start Monday?" she asked in what kinda sounded like a French / German accent.

" Oh my goodness that would be amazing! I'm sorry but I thought you usually interview more people then get back to me. Am I the last interview you have ?"

"Indeed you are, Lissandra. Out of all the girls I've seen today you are by far the most qualified for this job. See , in this industry it's not enough to love fashion. Like the great Ana Wintour said , either you know fashion or you don't. You my dear,know fashion. "

So as you can guess , it was the best day of my life. I landed my dream job and looked chic while doing it. It was official , my reign in manhattan had began.

I attempted to stroll out with a classy yet casual groove. After landing my first( dream) job I did the only logically thing a girl should do. I called my best freind. 

I've never really been a dependant person. In middle of junior high -after being backstabbed by Julia Brown who i presumed to be my bestfreind-, I decided that I didnt need friends. All they end up doing is causing major disapointment. I dont belive that friendships are reallly important relationships to have. Society just pressuers through teen coming of age movies and sitcoms, into thinking that having a so called best friend will help you through hard times. Lies! The truth about friendships is you only need them on the surface , for when you need someone to lend you some cash or bail you out of jail of pretend to be your lesbian lover when an unwanted fellow is trying to get some.

All that crap I just spewed about friendship, well that was pre Italia. In the summer of my Junior year at Columbia , I decided to save up the money is made working at Bergdorfs and go on a little holiday. Of course I choose to spend it in Paris. I met Italia at a club called Le Baron. I was dancing with a tres beau guy named, Luke or Marc or .... something french sounding. As I was downing my last round of patron, Mr.Frenchie started getting a little too enthuisatic with his hands. being a woman of stong will and fluent french, I told him to get his horny little hands away from me and punched him in his manhood. I saw a told brunntte with a cute long bob raise her class to me , admiring my rash act of sassiness. I saw her a few mins later when I left the club. she asked me if I had an asprin, I gave her one and we spent the next few hours discussion the sexual persiatance of french men. Ever since that night Italia and I have been sisters. we're not your typical best girl freinds. we dont bullshit wound with all that i'll always be there for you crap. It's not forced between us. It kinda just flows.