Style: September 07, 2018
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STYLE | travel 115<br />
Hopping on the back of a moped with a clothing sample to drop off<br />
at a magazine was a daily occurrence and, coincidentally, an incredible<br />
way to see the city (even if helmet hair wasn’t envied back at the<br />
showroom). I’ll never forget one particular trip that occurred less than<br />
an hour before the Chanel fashion show began, across town at the<br />
Grand Palais.<br />
A VIP guest called the showroom in a panic. Her vintage Diane Von<br />
Furstenberg wrap dress had been less ironed, more cremated, and thus<br />
she had nothing to wear to this highly anticipated show. We knew that<br />
a white, wide-legged jumpsuit from the upcoming collection would do<br />
the trick. So, I zipped to her hotel suite, jumpsuit underarm. A glorious<br />
bouquet of white roses with a heartfelt thank-you note was delivered<br />
on behalf of the guest, just moments after the show.<br />
Fashion week after-parties roared on until 4am most mornings.<br />
Thanks to espressos, complimentary hotel perfumes, a fresh rail of<br />
Diane Von Furstenberg clothes each day, and ‘undone’ hair and makeup<br />
in favour with the French, we were – fortunately – able to roll into<br />
the showroom without raising any perfectly bushy eyebrows.<br />
I finished the internship with a macaron-induced muffin top, blistered<br />
feet, a few items of clothing from the collection, and a new-found love<br />
for the industry. I couldn’t wait to secure my next internship, which<br />
little did I know, would take me to the Big Apple…<br />
I finished the internship with a<br />
macaron-induced muffin top, blistered<br />
feet, a few items of clothing from the<br />
collection, and a new-found love for<br />
the industry.