Illustration by Luca Deasti. Monday I was late again, got in at 9:30. I dreaded waking up, knowing there was a fitting today. Fitting days are the worst. The only way to get through them is to look busy. I did pretty well, for a while I pretended to search for brushes, knowing I was searching in the wrong cupboard. They're much calmer if you look busy doing what they want, even if it's fucking pointless. All the bigshots are present. Everyone's super nervous and edgy, running around looking for paint, brushes, lampshades, insects and whatnot. The excess of incense burning and expensive fragrance candles makes it impossible to breathe. After pretending to look busy for a while, they let me work on a project I liked. It didn't take long until Tony, my overseer, came running in gasping for air (as usual), shouting at me to drop everything I was doing and instead color an embroided piece of fabric. It was SUPER URGENT (as always).I thought it'd only take an hour but it took me all day. First we were out of paint, then I bought the wrong shade and went back to the store but got the wrong nuance again. When I finally got it right, they didn't need it anymore. So they sent me out to get chocolate. It had to be this specific exclusive brand that was hard to find, which felt nice and meaningful. NOT. I hate those small tasks, they're the ones I always fuck up and end up feeling like an idiot. Oh, it was TWO sugar and SOY milk, oops. Last week they sent me out to buy lunch and were miraculously happy with it and complimented me. It felt as if I had actually accomplished something, which disgusted me.On the way back from my important chocolate mission I bumped into Alex, one of the designer's assistants, in elevator. He was on the phone talking loudly about how it's better to let interns do stuff since they get it done while tiptoeing around the studio. I felt like screaming "Hello? I'm standing next to you?!" But we've been told never to speak unless we're spoken to.
By the way, a friend of mine who interns at a fashion magazine told me something hilarious this weekend. It's actually rather sad. Apparently there's this unwritten law in the fashion industry, that if you have to eat, you should do it by an open window in consideration of those on a diet or suffering from anorexia.
