*****This is a fictional account based on multiple experiences at MBFW*****
Walking past an already buzzing Lincoln Center, I can feel the excitement of the week to follow in the air. Photographers wander through the plaza, looking for the money shot-a supermodel, a major designer, a top editor-or the jackpot, all three making their way into the tents, where I won’t be. No, there’ll be no schmoozing and gaiety in high heels for me. Today it’s flats and hard work.
I go on, crossing 62nd street at Broadway, which has been blocked off with metal barricades and guarded by New York’s finest. Just on the other side of the street, parked along Broadway is the V-Trailer, the volunteer check-in unit. Before I even reach the steps I can already hear Patricia chatting it up.
“I knooow, I heard Meryl Streep was there. So random, right?!” she says. When I walk into the trailer and go into her office, I immediately see her curly bottle-blonde hair shining against her caramel colored skin, and she greets me the way she always does. “O-M-G you’re here!!! Look at yooou! How is everything?” I tell how I like my new school, but I miss New York too much for words, and we get down to business. “Abbey took everyone to the Theatre a few minutes ago, so you didn’t miss anything.” She hands me a credential, a badge that reads:
Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week S/S 2012
Damrosch Park Lincoln Center
VOLUNTEER
I slip it over my head, and go back to 62nd street, but this time I say hello to the officer and go through the barricade. I’m official now.
…To be continued. Until then,
Be More. Be Glam.
