You Know You’re In The Middle of Fashion Week When…
... You’ve got blisters on your feet, but keep wearing excruciatingly high heels
... A taxi ride 100 meters seems a perfectly normal choice
... You consider Red Bull and San Pellegrino your staple diet
... Comments like “Do you know who I am?!” is as often heard as “G’day mate”!
... You’ve got 32 missed phone calls ‘coz you’ve forgotten to switch your phone on between shows
... Nothing you wear seems fashionable enough
... You know the names of all of the usual front row people, but have trouble remembering your landline phone number
2 Comments:
Sounds like you're being forced to take the rough with the smooth. But surely an increase in the amount of fabulously shiny, silvery or otherwise over the top glamourous dresses and other forms of attire would smooth out the rough? Dammit, the world needs more silver. Not gold. Silver.
Ahh...to be able to attend a fashion week is a dream of mine - in the meantime I'll live vicariously through y'all! Red Bull and San Pellegrino? Yikes!
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