Thursday was my last day interning *sad face!*. Today, I was going to take the train from Dover to Convent and meet Dianne there and then finish the commute with her to Penn Station. We weren't sure which train I was supposed to be on since my train came early. By this time I didn't see a conductor and was about to freak out that I'd miss my train on the biggest day of Market Week. I had overheard the clients that were coming in and there was NO way I was going to miss meeting them. Luckily, I was on the right train and met Dianne at Convent Station like scheduled. We arrived at the office at 10am and the office is a sea of clothes, clients, and pictures being taking of the models. Neiman's was one of our clients today and I was warned that they buy the most clothes and they want to see a lot of the collection on the models.
The back room didn't have a system of organization so it was chaotic to say the least. We had four clients in at once and two full racks of clothes to put on the models to show the clients. People were not very happy with how slow it was taking to get clothes out and I kept to myself in my corner hanging up my clothes as quickly as possible and running them out to clients. The stress level was through the roof and people were getting yelled at left and right. It reminded my of how my mother gets "hyper" with my brother and I. I was putting away the discarded clothes from the clients and my hang-up pile was getting to big. In this industry you have to have a thick skin. You'll get yelled at plenty of times and you can't take it to heart. Trust me, I got yelled at quite a few times. At first it bothers you but then you just have to brush it off. I've gotten yelled at much worse by my Russian coaches so by end their scolding it was like a regular conversation. Luckily, I never got yelled at by my boss so I was happy to stay on her good side.
Finally, Angela came in the back and got our butts back into working shape. We had more of a structure and things went from a ten to an eight on the crazy scale. She asked me if anyone was helping me hang up and bring the clothes to clients, which no one had. I'm not really sure what transpired but I was getting help hanging up the clothes and I was no longer allowed to bring clothes out to clients. I did both those jobs for the time I was interning and thought that was my specific job. I was the lowest one on the totem pole and the newbie so I knew I was going to be working my tail off. I didn't mind though, I had fun seeing the clients and being able to see what each company was interested in. The only downfall was that my feet hurt by the end of the day from walking back and forth but this was good exercise since I couldn't skate.
We had big name clients in and they are a lot of work. I worked for five hours straight with no breaks. It was a little after two before I had lunch and I was so excited to sit down, get off my feet, and eat. The work is exhausting but being able to interact with these department stores and boutiques is exhilarating. In this high fashion world, my age didn't matter and I worked as hard as I could and enjoyed every second. After lunch we had a long break before the next clients were to come in. May (one of our models) was playing a game on her phone and we got talking after I asked what game it was. She was so sweet to me and I had a fun time chatting with her.
We had a slow rush at the end except for our last client or two that wanted to see a lot of the collection. I felt bad for the models who were exhausted from our morning and had to wear those killer shoes. We were just about to clean up when Dianne and I had run to be able to catch the 6:54 train to Convent and I'd continue to Dover.
Today was a much better day then yesterday and I actually had fun. It was very chaotic and intense but I always felt calm inside and that there was nothing that could rattle me. It was awesome to meet some of the boutiques and Neiman's. Today, I learned that you have to have a thick skin and let what people say roll off of you. Also, I finally mastered every hook, zipper, snap, and button and memorized where they were on the garments.
Angela was out of the office the next day since she was flying down to Palm Springs for a fashion show for hospice. I was very jealous of her but she didn't want me to be in the office without her. When I emailed her she didn't say anything about coming in again but said I was a very hard worker. I cherish people saying that because I know that as long as I tried to work as hard as I could then that's all they can ask. I might not always be the fastest to get the clothes on the hangers or putting the clothes on the racks but I tried my best and had fun. I can't believe this opportunity is over and wish it never ended. I had such a fun time and learned so much from it. Most people never get the chance to meet people from Neiman's, Vogue, Style.com, and be able to see designer clothes before they are even out. I got to do all this by the age of fifteen. I am truly honored for this and I hope to be able to intern and work for Giambattista Valli and his company in the near future.
Thank you Angela for this opportunity, I am so grateful for everything!
Here is some of the 2011 Pre-Fall Collection I saw and got to work with found on Vogue: http://www.vogue.com/collections/pre-fall-2011/giambattista-valli/runway
Here is the amazing article done by Style.com that came into the office while I was interning: http://www.style.com/fashionshows/review/2011PF-VALLI
Friday, January 21, 2011
Second day interning.
On Tuesday night we were expecting a huge snow storm. Dianne had told me she was most likely not coming in due to the snow. My mom, dad, and I stayed in a hotel Tuesday night to make sure I'd be able to get into the city without problems. This did seem crazy but I had a commitment and wanted to use this internship to the most of my ability. We had many options of how I was going to get into the city. One was to drive, another was to take train in with one of my parents, and the other was to take the train in alone. I knew I could get in by myself but my mom was not having it. In the end, my dad took me into the city. I think my mom was scared to take me in and hinted for my dad to do it. We got to Penn Station and he made us walk to the office. It was only five blocks or so but I had only taken a taxi to the office. We got to the block that the office was on and I had no idea where the office was. I knew the office was across the street from a Porsche store and we were exactly at the Porsche store. I let my dad come up to the office with me and at first glance he was in aw. He couldn't believe that I was working here and how amazing it was. We went into the back and said hello to Angela. She gave him the brief introduction of the office and we both had to get back to work. I gave my dad a hug and was off to the back room.
Due to the snow we didn't have as many clients as scheduled but we were still busy. I was still a bit rusty with where the zippers, buttons, and snaps were so I was taking longer then I should of been. I wasn't very happy that my feet were still in pain from the heels the day before and were cramping up on me. I had finally gotten over the shock of the models being completely nude on top and struttin' it around the back room like it was nothing. It was expected now but when I told my brother the night before he said he wanted to come in... (So gross!)
One of our models today was Celia from America's Next Top Model. I have watched that show for so many seasons and even have my own version of a cat walk and poses, if only I was tall enough. I had watched her season and she was so nice in person. I loved how she would say, "groovy", it made her so original. She would personally give me the clothes to hang up or help me out and put it on the hanger for me. I have to say I am loving all the models and they are so sweet. They are all so tall and skinny!! They're all very exotic and unique looking, not the typical 'girl next door' pretty but they have a look to them.
I admit today was a rough day for me. I was getting yelled at quite a bit by the others and was getting frustrated with myself. The work I do isn't hard but it is tedious. I was feeling that the work is easy enough to do then I shouldn't be making so many mistakes. It's like in skating when you aren't having a good jumping day and are trying to turn it around for you and your coaches to no avail. I was trying to rush and I was putting the hangers on backwards and not zippering the zippers. Another issue I was having was not checking over others work. I had a section of clothes to go out to the clients. I assumed that whatever was on it was all hung up. Someone just hung up a dress and I didn't check it over and took it out. I learned fast to check over everyones work and make sure everything is zipped. They were silly mistakes but I was beating myself up over it. I wanted to impress everyone and show off what I could do. I was the youngest and no one really knew my age so I had to step up my game to seem like I was in my twenties. I felt like I was disappointing everyone and most importantly myself.
The girls in the back told me to "put on my war paint" for tomorrow. We have Neiman's coming in and they expect the best. I needed to take my time and triple check my work to make sure everything was correct. This warning did scare me a bit especially after my rough day. I knew I needed to be on my A game.
I was supposed to go home with Angela that night but she wouldn't be getting out till late. She had promised my dad she was bringing me home and she was keeping to that. Instead of going home with her I was going home in a car service. I admit this was an added luxury and very nice of her. They dropped me off at my dad's police station and my dad met me there. When I got home it was after eight and I was exhausted. I learned today that I need to check over everyones work and make sure it is perfect. Also, I learned that in this high fashion world not everything is as glamorous as it seems.
Due to the snow we didn't have as many clients as scheduled but we were still busy. I was still a bit rusty with where the zippers, buttons, and snaps were so I was taking longer then I should of been. I wasn't very happy that my feet were still in pain from the heels the day before and were cramping up on me. I had finally gotten over the shock of the models being completely nude on top and struttin' it around the back room like it was nothing. It was expected now but when I told my brother the night before he said he wanted to come in... (So gross!)
One of our models today was Celia from America's Next Top Model. I have watched that show for so many seasons and even have my own version of a cat walk and poses, if only I was tall enough. I had watched her season and she was so nice in person. I loved how she would say, "groovy", it made her so original. She would personally give me the clothes to hang up or help me out and put it on the hanger for me. I have to say I am loving all the models and they are so sweet. They are all so tall and skinny!! They're all very exotic and unique looking, not the typical 'girl next door' pretty but they have a look to them.
I admit today was a rough day for me. I was getting yelled at quite a bit by the others and was getting frustrated with myself. The work I do isn't hard but it is tedious. I was feeling that the work is easy enough to do then I shouldn't be making so many mistakes. It's like in skating when you aren't having a good jumping day and are trying to turn it around for you and your coaches to no avail. I was trying to rush and I was putting the hangers on backwards and not zippering the zippers. Another issue I was having was not checking over others work. I had a section of clothes to go out to the clients. I assumed that whatever was on it was all hung up. Someone just hung up a dress and I didn't check it over and took it out. I learned fast to check over everyones work and make sure everything is zipped. They were silly mistakes but I was beating myself up over it. I wanted to impress everyone and show off what I could do. I was the youngest and no one really knew my age so I had to step up my game to seem like I was in my twenties. I felt like I was disappointing everyone and most importantly myself.
The girls in the back told me to "put on my war paint" for tomorrow. We have Neiman's coming in and they expect the best. I needed to take my time and triple check my work to make sure everything was correct. This warning did scare me a bit especially after my rough day. I knew I needed to be on my A game.
I was supposed to go home with Angela that night but she wouldn't be getting out till late. She had promised my dad she was bringing me home and she was keeping to that. Instead of going home with her I was going home in a car service. I admit this was an added luxury and very nice of her. They dropped me off at my dad's police station and my dad met me there. When I got home it was after eight and I was exhausted. I learned today that I need to check over everyones work and make sure it is perfect. Also, I learned that in this high fashion world not everything is as glamorous as it seems.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
First day interning.
I had met for my meeting on Saturday and by Tuesday I was having my first day interning. I was overly excited for the internship and was grateful I only had to wait two days before I started. I don't think I'd be able to wait long, I was to excited! That night I woke up at midnight having a dream my mom was yelling at me to get ready to go and then at four and five thinking it was six. I am attacked with licks by our dog meaning it's time to get up and for my big day to start. I had this vision of my hair being twisted back into a low messy bun. Of course my vision was squashed and my hair was not cooperating. After much frustration, it was slicked back into a bun. At this point she had begun to yell at me from her nerves. The mix of nervousness and it being six am with a barking dog was not in our favor. For my first day my mom wanted me to look official since I thought we were going to be having meetings all day. I put on a ruffled white blouse, black slacks, and black blazer. I had on 3-4in heels which I realized was a bad idea especially since I never wear heels, only sneakers and flats. I felt a bit cocktail waitressy and wasn't a fan but it looked "professional" as mother said.
Due to my mother's OCD, we arrived at Convent Station extremely early. I had no idea who I was meeting, what she looked like, or where I was going. Our train was supposed to leave at 8:34 and there's no sight of this women. I had this sinking feeling that I wasn't going to be able to get into the city to work at my internship. Mother's nerves were acting out again while we waited in the car for someone to arrive and she started to get a huffy attitude. My dad met us at the train station and being on duty he came in his police uniform. He waited with me on the train dock and held up the train until Dianne came (the lady that was meeting me). She came running up and we jumped on the train as the doors closed right after us. Our next stop was Penn Station! I had never ridden on a train before without my parents and they were freaking out about this. Their baby girl was A) going on a train without them, B) going to the city, and C) going to the city without them! Being overprotective parents they were having a hard time with this, especially my mom. Dianne is my boss's good friend and is a mother so I felt pretty comfortable going in with her, plus she's a city pro and knew exactly what she was doing. I was getting out my jitters and talked almost the whole way to the city which is unlike me to talk so much to someone I barely know.
We got to Penn Station and Dianne was like a champion speed walker. I on the other hand, could barely keep up in my heels. We took a cab to the studio. It's in this huge building that they rent out specifically for Market Week. We take the elevator to the 9th floor and you're greeted with the Giambattista Valli logo and jacket. The room is large and mostly all white with huge windows that overlook the river. When you turn to the left there is twelve racks of just the Pre-Fall collection with the gowns at the top. I got to meet everyone and they were all really sweet. I was the youngest one by far which added a bit of intimidation. Everyone has a very striking look and are very stylish and chicly dressed. This added to the intimidation and by this time I felt like my outfit was wrong and I was out of place. The doubt set in along with the nerves for the first day. It's like going back to the first day of school except more intense and high fashion.
After the initial introductions, Brittin explains what I'll be doing. Tuesday was supposed to be a meeting day but we were expecting a huge snow storm the next day so the clients were switching their times. In the morning we had no clients so there was nothing for me to do except look around in awe. It felt like there was a nervous energy in the office and that there was a lot going on. I assumed this was just the pre-jitters before the clients came in and Market Week was starting.
The first client came and I got the basics of the job. The other two ladies in the back with me were dressing the models and getting outfits ready. I wish i could of helped more in this aspect but I made some mental notes on outfits that I liked and wanted to recreated (in my budget!). We had to make sure that all the models looked perfect and get them into the next outfit as quickly as possible. I was to hang up the clothes after the models wore them, bring the clothes to the client and see if they wanted them, and then put it back on the rack. It sounds easy but it's extremely challenging to make sure every hanger is facing the right way and all the dresses look perfect. Along with the zippers being zipped, hook and eyes hooked, buttons buttoned, and snapping snaps.
At first I was so slow and trying to make sure every detail was absolutely perfect. Then came the mass amount of clothes.. I was so flustered and my fingers just wouldn't move fast enough no matter how hard I tried. There were racks of clothes to get on and I couldn't get the buttons or hooks in eyes together fast enough. In an attempt to rush to get a model dressed, I accidentally pinched one of the models with a zipper! I was mortified especially since it was one of the first few models I got to dress. Luckily, we did get a few breaks in between our clients and a chance to chill.
By the last few hours my feet were killing me and you could hear me dragging my feet across the floor. I didn't want to ruin my pants but we rolled up my pants and I put on my flats. By this time my feet were tingling to the point of being numb. No shoes would of helped the pain I was in. Then I was asked to go to the other office, which is the real office, to get some books with the other intern. Wow, what a view! I was so mad I didn't bring my camera, the NY skyline was beautiful. When I got back it was the end of the day and we got the look books in. We had our model, Dina, try on clothing options to see what pieces we liked together. Then Angela let me sit right up front to see all the photos of the outfits put together from the line that we looked at on the iPad.
I took the train back with Dianne to Convent Station. We didn't get in till after 8pm and I could of fallen asleep on the train. As soon as we got off the train these huge snowflakes were coming down. It was a magical moment to end the day. From my first day I learned not to wear heels and how the clothes are supposed to be hung up along with making sure they look good quickly.
Due to my mother's OCD, we arrived at Convent Station extremely early. I had no idea who I was meeting, what she looked like, or where I was going. Our train was supposed to leave at 8:34 and there's no sight of this women. I had this sinking feeling that I wasn't going to be able to get into the city to work at my internship. Mother's nerves were acting out again while we waited in the car for someone to arrive and she started to get a huffy attitude. My dad met us at the train station and being on duty he came in his police uniform. He waited with me on the train dock and held up the train until Dianne came (the lady that was meeting me). She came running up and we jumped on the train as the doors closed right after us. Our next stop was Penn Station! I had never ridden on a train before without my parents and they were freaking out about this. Their baby girl was A) going on a train without them, B) going to the city, and C) going to the city without them! Being overprotective parents they were having a hard time with this, especially my mom. Dianne is my boss's good friend and is a mother so I felt pretty comfortable going in with her, plus she's a city pro and knew exactly what she was doing. I was getting out my jitters and talked almost the whole way to the city which is unlike me to talk so much to someone I barely know.
We got to Penn Station and Dianne was like a champion speed walker. I on the other hand, could barely keep up in my heels. We took a cab to the studio. It's in this huge building that they rent out specifically for Market Week. We take the elevator to the 9th floor and you're greeted with the Giambattista Valli logo and jacket. The room is large and mostly all white with huge windows that overlook the river. When you turn to the left there is twelve racks of just the Pre-Fall collection with the gowns at the top. I got to meet everyone and they were all really sweet. I was the youngest one by far which added a bit of intimidation. Everyone has a very striking look and are very stylish and chicly dressed. This added to the intimidation and by this time I felt like my outfit was wrong and I was out of place. The doubt set in along with the nerves for the first day. It's like going back to the first day of school except more intense and high fashion.
After the initial introductions, Brittin explains what I'll be doing. Tuesday was supposed to be a meeting day but we were expecting a huge snow storm the next day so the clients were switching their times. In the morning we had no clients so there was nothing for me to do except look around in awe. It felt like there was a nervous energy in the office and that there was a lot going on. I assumed this was just the pre-jitters before the clients came in and Market Week was starting.
The first client came and I got the basics of the job. The other two ladies in the back with me were dressing the models and getting outfits ready. I wish i could of helped more in this aspect but I made some mental notes on outfits that I liked and wanted to recreated (in my budget!). We had to make sure that all the models looked perfect and get them into the next outfit as quickly as possible. I was to hang up the clothes after the models wore them, bring the clothes to the client and see if they wanted them, and then put it back on the rack. It sounds easy but it's extremely challenging to make sure every hanger is facing the right way and all the dresses look perfect. Along with the zippers being zipped, hook and eyes hooked, buttons buttoned, and snapping snaps.
At first I was so slow and trying to make sure every detail was absolutely perfect. Then came the mass amount of clothes.. I was so flustered and my fingers just wouldn't move fast enough no matter how hard I tried. There were racks of clothes to get on and I couldn't get the buttons or hooks in eyes together fast enough. In an attempt to rush to get a model dressed, I accidentally pinched one of the models with a zipper! I was mortified especially since it was one of the first few models I got to dress. Luckily, we did get a few breaks in between our clients and a chance to chill.
By the last few hours my feet were killing me and you could hear me dragging my feet across the floor. I didn't want to ruin my pants but we rolled up my pants and I put on my flats. By this time my feet were tingling to the point of being numb. No shoes would of helped the pain I was in. Then I was asked to go to the other office, which is the real office, to get some books with the other intern. Wow, what a view! I was so mad I didn't bring my camera, the NY skyline was beautiful. When I got back it was the end of the day and we got the look books in. We had our model, Dina, try on clothing options to see what pieces we liked together. Then Angela let me sit right up front to see all the photos of the outfits put together from the line that we looked at on the iPad.
I took the train back with Dianne to Convent Station. We didn't get in till after 8pm and I could of fallen asleep on the train. As soon as we got off the train these huge snowflakes were coming down. It was a magical moment to end the day. From my first day I learned not to wear heels and how the clothes are supposed to be hung up along with making sure they look good quickly.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
The meeting.
Hi!
I recently got an internship with Giambattista Valli. He is a French designer that was born in Rome. He has amazing collections and does runway shows in Paris. I recently got a once in a lifetime opportunity to work with his company for Market Week. I am honored to of gotten this chance to meet so many amazing people, see a collection that no one has seen yet, and work with the top people in the fashion industry. I was asked to make a journal of my experience for my boss and I wanted to share with everyone the opportunity I got to experience. I hope you enjoy!
I had been emailing (my now boss) for a couple of weeks. She is a family friend of ours and my dad mentioned that I was interested in fashion. I sent her an email and the next thing I knew she wanted to meet me. Every time I saw her name in the sender for my email my heart would start pounding from excitement. For me, I'm the girl that lives in a very small town where no one goes anywhere and everyone from high school gets married. Typical cliche, and for this to be happening to me was like I'd died and gone to heaven. Nothing like this ever happens, especially to someone like me.
As soon as I realized this was actually happening, I got to work and started researching the designer and his collections. I wrote down everything from where he was born to his interests. Anything that I could find on Google went into my research. Then, I studied his collections and made notes about them. The first one I did individual pieces but he has had quite a few collections with fifty or so looks in each. My next method was to summarize the collection since it has color themes since collections need to be cohesive. Many hours later and six pages later I had enough research to get me through our meeting. I was going to type it up but left it in my (sloppy) hand-print so she could tell I didn't just copy and paste it and to show that I actually did the work.
She emailed to meet me one Friday but my friend was sleeping over and I looked at my email to late. I had this sinking feeling we'd never meet especially since the dates for the internship were creeping up. We finally set up our meeting on January 8 at 2:30. I had to teach skating in the morning (I'm a competitive ice skater) and went down for our meeting. I admit, my insides were shaking because I didn't know if this was an interview, a meeting, or what was going to happen. Our meeting may of slipped her mind for just a second but we ended up meeting at Panera. My dad brought me and she sent him away while we chatted. We got right down to the nitty gritty of it. I didn't do a very good job of hiding my nervousness and she told me to relax and save this for when we started working with the big names. She asked me if I knew the designer and I pulled out my folder with all the information of research. She was very impressed by this and told me she had people come in for jobs that didn't even know how to pronounce his name. Being a fifteen year old girl she was blown away by me. This of course made me very happy. She told me all about what she did for the company and what position she held. Trust me, she's a big wig, she's even on the designer's website for the commercial aspect. She got into about what I'd be doing while I was interning. For any girl that's dreamed of being in (some aspect) of the fashion world, this world she told me of was glamorous and almost unreal. Not to name drop but she said I'd get to meet people from Vogue, Saks, Neimans, ect. Any girl hearing those names would be drooling and I'd get the chance to be working with them. My hands were nearly shaking under the table and I couldn't contain the giddy grin. She was very impressed by me and my dedication. I got the internship!! I felt like this was my big break into the world. My parents couldn't of been more proud and I couldn't of been more excited. It was like a dream come true. Most people don't get the chance to work with the people I was about to work with and barely any fifteen year olds get this opportunity. I am eternally grateful for this chance and getting into this high end fashion world.
-Alexa
I recently got an internship with Giambattista Valli. He is a French designer that was born in Rome. He has amazing collections and does runway shows in Paris. I recently got a once in a lifetime opportunity to work with his company for Market Week. I am honored to of gotten this chance to meet so many amazing people, see a collection that no one has seen yet, and work with the top people in the fashion industry. I was asked to make a journal of my experience for my boss and I wanted to share with everyone the opportunity I got to experience. I hope you enjoy!
I had been emailing (my now boss) for a couple of weeks. She is a family friend of ours and my dad mentioned that I was interested in fashion. I sent her an email and the next thing I knew she wanted to meet me. Every time I saw her name in the sender for my email my heart would start pounding from excitement. For me, I'm the girl that lives in a very small town where no one goes anywhere and everyone from high school gets married. Typical cliche, and for this to be happening to me was like I'd died and gone to heaven. Nothing like this ever happens, especially to someone like me.
As soon as I realized this was actually happening, I got to work and started researching the designer and his collections. I wrote down everything from where he was born to his interests. Anything that I could find on Google went into my research. Then, I studied his collections and made notes about them. The first one I did individual pieces but he has had quite a few collections with fifty or so looks in each. My next method was to summarize the collection since it has color themes since collections need to be cohesive. Many hours later and six pages later I had enough research to get me through our meeting. I was going to type it up but left it in my (sloppy) hand-print so she could tell I didn't just copy and paste it and to show that I actually did the work.
She emailed to meet me one Friday but my friend was sleeping over and I looked at my email to late. I had this sinking feeling we'd never meet especially since the dates for the internship were creeping up. We finally set up our meeting on January 8 at 2:30. I had to teach skating in the morning (I'm a competitive ice skater) and went down for our meeting. I admit, my insides were shaking because I didn't know if this was an interview, a meeting, or what was going to happen. Our meeting may of slipped her mind for just a second but we ended up meeting at Panera. My dad brought me and she sent him away while we chatted. We got right down to the nitty gritty of it. I didn't do a very good job of hiding my nervousness and she told me to relax and save this for when we started working with the big names. She asked me if I knew the designer and I pulled out my folder with all the information of research. She was very impressed by this and told me she had people come in for jobs that didn't even know how to pronounce his name. Being a fifteen year old girl she was blown away by me. This of course made me very happy. She told me all about what she did for the company and what position she held. Trust me, she's a big wig, she's even on the designer's website for the commercial aspect. She got into about what I'd be doing while I was interning. For any girl that's dreamed of being in (some aspect) of the fashion world, this world she told me of was glamorous and almost unreal. Not to name drop but she said I'd get to meet people from Vogue, Saks, Neimans, ect. Any girl hearing those names would be drooling and I'd get the chance to be working with them. My hands were nearly shaking under the table and I couldn't contain the giddy grin. She was very impressed by me and my dedication. I got the internship!! I felt like this was my big break into the world. My parents couldn't of been more proud and I couldn't of been more excited. It was like a dream come true. Most people don't get the chance to work with the people I was about to work with and barely any fifteen year olds get this opportunity. I am eternally grateful for this chance and getting into this high end fashion world.
-Alexa
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