My experience as a fashion student has taught me to hold three things sacred: sleep, coffee and Fashion Week.
Chalk it up to sleepless nights with a looming deadline over my head, but “the essentials,” as I like to call them, are ever-present with the advent of fashion week.
This time of year it’s common to see frantic interns running up and down Seventh Avenue, arms stretched in the air with a dozen garment bags trailing behind them. They’re undoubtedly exhausted, behind on homework and on the verge of a nervous break down, just praying that they can make it back to their boss’s studio before the fitting begins. Been there done that.