So, I just got back from the Vogue offices at the other Conde Nast building. The menswear market editor and assistant fashion editor talked to me about his experience with the program and how he got to where he is now... Some crazy stories! I only expected to chat with him for a few minutes (editors are busy enough as it is!) but he graciously gave me a tour of the office! For those of you who are wondering, the office is exactly how it appears in that Sex and the City episode (where Carrie's drunk at Vogue). It was too much to take in at once. Fabulous.
Classic Irving Penn images plastered the halls, and there was barely a square foot of free space to step on- Editors left and right discussing Lanvin looks or choosing between two pairs of shoes. There was so much going on... Passed by Grace Coddington's office, his own office, and then his voice drops to a whisper- "To the left is Anna's office, peek in really quickly if you can." Following his advice, I nonchalantly glanced to the left and caught a brief glimpse of her office. Two assistants perched at their desks a la Andy and Emily-- check. Bright office, full of space and tense air-- check. Anna Wintour, gathering her things with her back facing towards me-- check.
Cue the adrenaline rush. The editor smiled at my excitement and we continued onward.
It was a short and sweet trip, and I was on cloud 9 as I waited for the elevator in the lobby (which, by the way, is more nicely furnished than my own living room). I step inside a semi-crowded elevator and wait for the doors to close, when...
Anna steps in. And stands directly next to me.
Cue the panic.
She's fumbling around, looking for something in her taupe Prada tote... Or maybe she wasn't looking for anything at all, perhaps she was just avoiding all the tension in the elevator... Regardless, I stood still as a statue, watching her in awe in the periphery of my vision...
Yes, I know that sounds disgustingly creepy, but you would do the same thing!
We walked out of the same exit, and I lingered to the side of the entrance, texting up a storm. Anna walked into a Lexus and her driver drove away.
This is too much to take in for 20 minutes of my regularly slowpaced, lazy life. But oh, what an afternoon it was...
Back to work.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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5 comments:
Wow! I have to say you handled that pretty amazingly! =) I don't know what I would have done had I found myself in the Vogue offices and then sharing an elevator with Anna Wintour herself. Is her hair so bluntly bobbish in real life? =)
oh my god, i would have had a heart attack and died on the spot. you have the best life ever, i think.
i NEED to keep tabs on this.... how i wish i could intern, let alone breathe the same air as the wintour herself! adding you to my blogroll pronto.
My heart would be beating so loud I wouldn't hear anything. And that must have so amazing to walk through the Vogue offices, the way you described it sounds really nice and like devil where's prada-esque.
I too took the elevator with Anna once. She steps in, and I do the one thing you are NEVER MEANT TO DO: I looked her straight in the eyes. Like I was hypnotised. She was not pleased. So I meekly averted my gaze and looked down at her feet. Bitch has bunions
Wow. This is an amazing story. I'm excited for you!
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