Unfortunately, pesky NDAs have made it legally impossible to share my experience at Harper’s Bazaar with you, internets. I know you are all deeply saddened by this turn of events.
On the bright side, the impending festivities tied to everyone’s favorite street-food-vendor-slash-surrogate-mother-figure’s birthday have inspired me to write an open love letter to my sometime smelly, but always lovable neighborhood. This will take the place of your regularly scheduled programming. You can tell me how much you loved it at Zeitgeist next Monday.
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Actually, more like two weeks in the life. The life of a New York fashion magazine assistant features editor, that is.
Now, normally I don’t like to blog about my personal life. We all know how torn I was about Twitter (both pre-adoption and post…), and if you know me personally, you might know that I’m actually a bit of a conspiracy theororist when it comes to technology and personal privacy, but this opportunity was just too good to pass up:
For two weeks, I am living The Dream, and I want to share it with you!
(By “The Dream”, I mean working in the editorial office of a top US fashion magazine, and by “share”, I mean force you to come visit my blog.)
Starting tomorrow, and for the duration of the next two weeks, I will share with you, dear readers, the ins and outs of the big, glossy fashion mag world through my wee little intern eyes, full of naivete and not-yet-broken dreams! I kid, of course, about the naivete and having of unbroken dreams, but I do promise a throrough (and witty!) report (and none of that Devil Wears Prada melodramatic BS. This is not a teleplay, people.)
So read early and read often! Or, just check my twitter feed for updates and links as the saga unfolds.
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