While stuck in the South on hiatus from school, I find myself anxiously searching for the next job/internship that will distinguish me for the hoards of people who left the theatre thinking they could be Andy, too.
Truth-be-told, my yearlong stint at WWD was an ideal start, for which I am very grateful, but it’s time to move on to something else, something different. For that I needn’t look further than the other side of floor 8 in the 750 Third Avenue Condé Nast building. Yes, I’m talking about W magazine.
I recently submitted my information to the hallowed glossy, but I’ve yet to hear back. No worries, because I also submitted the goods to Lanvin (that’s lahn-vhan. No exceptions. Please practice), adored fashion house and the perfect name to be typed across my résumé in big, bold, clout-bearing letters.
So in honor of this endeavor and perhaps a good luck measure for myself, I’m compelled to post my favorite looks from the recent menswear collections. I won’t dawdle on what’s past but, in general, the Paris shows were disasters (*because of advertising stakes and puppet strings, most critics aren’t allowed to say that. But we are.)
Beyond atrocious man-leggings, sequined denim and John Galliano, there were some notable saviors, among them Dries Van Noten, Yves Saint Laurent, and, of course, Lanvin.
Hi, I’m Tim. Welcome the world of culture fanatics and the fashion hungry.
Truth-be-told, my yearlong stint at WWD was an ideal start, for which I am very grateful, but it’s time to move on to something else, something different. For that I needn’t look further than the other side of floor 8 in the 750 Third Avenue Condé Nast building. Yes, I’m talking about W magazine.
I recently submitted my information to the hallowed glossy, but I’ve yet to hear back. No worries, because I also submitted the goods to Lanvin (that’s lahn-vhan. No exceptions. Please practice), adored fashion house and the perfect name to be typed across my résumé in big, bold, clout-bearing letters.
So in honor of this endeavor and perhaps a good luck measure for myself, I’m compelled to post my favorite looks from the recent menswear collections. I won’t dawdle on what’s past but, in general, the Paris shows were disasters (*because of advertising stakes and puppet strings, most critics aren’t allowed to say that. But we are.)
Beyond atrocious man-leggings, sequined denim and John Galliano, there were some notable saviors, among them Dries Van Noten, Yves Saint Laurent, and, of course, Lanvin.
Hi, I’m Tim. Welcome the world of culture fanatics and the fashion hungry.
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