What people will say when you tell them you’re studying fashion
They’ll then assume that you want to be a designer
Not everyone who studies fashion is a designer. There are stylists, buyers, CEO’s, publicists, journalists, marketing analysts, social media managers, the list goes on..
They will probably assume you have the intelligence level of a goat.
And when they do you tell them this
We’re not rocket scientists, but we take calculus classes, statistics, economics, etc. The fashion industry is a multi-billion dollar industry. You think it’s run by idiots?
However there are times where you’ll walk into a class like
Not so bright people are everywhere, in fashion and elsewhere. If you find yourself surrounded by an astounding number of them, sit back and enjoy the probably rare moment that you’re the smartest person in the room.
According to our Instagrams this is what we do on the weekend.
But this is probably what we’re actually doing on the weekend.
Working, going to school, interning, it’s all tiring and by the end of the week your bed is just about the only place you want to be.
How people think we all talk all the time
How we actually talk
How people think we look going to class
And yeah some girls do look like this, but then theres the other 50% who look like this
Sweatpants are never something to be ashamed of.
How people think we spend our Friday nights
How we actually spend our Friday nights
Going out is expensive. Especially if you’re going to school in a big city like New York. Most of the time its easier and wayy cheaper to just bring the party inside. Which brings me to my next point:
People will assume you shop all the time.
No. We’re just like other college students
People will think these are the guys you get to date
But really if we can find just one single, straight, remotely aesthetically pleasing guy we be like
Oh and everyone will assume you’re on some kind of diet
The Middle: Three Major Lessons (Almost) Two Years at FIT Have Taught Me
It has been 467 days since my parents dropped me off in front of FIT’s doors. That is roughly 11,000 hours of my life spent as a business student at one of the top fashion schools in the country, if not the world.
In that time I have faced more here than any amount of time spent outside of New York before my college years. It’s true what they say: New York will eat you up and spit your pretty little self back out on the concrete. But, looking back from the half way point I finally understand what they mean when they say you will come out the other side a better, tougher, and even more stylish person. Being at FIT is the same deal. You are constantly surrounded by people with the drive of a Duracell bunny and the talent to match. There really is no better place to grow and get a serious reality check. Here are three very important lessons that as a sophomore going into her fourth semester can lay on you.
Lesson #1: Heels to a Monday 8 AM are NEVER a good idea.
Everyone thinks it before they come to fashion school: we all run around all hours of the morning and night in our best 6-inch stilettos. Wrong. Expectation: we drown ourselves in the biggest labels, the greatest designers, and are always dressed to the nines at all possible moments. We don’t believe in even going to the deli down the street without a full face of makeup and our Louboutins. Reality: alongside rent, tuition, and paying to live in a city that robs you of at least twenty dollars every time you step out your apartment doors, we go for affordable (but chic, of course) looks. Look around your morning classes and what will you see? Undoubtedly a group of twenty something’s that look like… wait for it. Normal college students. Ok, maybe not your typical sweatpants and hoodie duds, but we certainly don’t (all) look like we just stepped off the set of The Real Housewives. Fashion students are people too.
Lesson #2: Everything you think you already know is wrong.
We’re all guilty of it— we’ve watched The Devil Wears Prada a million and one times and can quote every line from every episode of Sex and the City so of course we think we know it all. It’s okay, it happened. It’s over. Time to move forward. Living and working in New York is not always like the movies. I can guarantee that working in the fashion industry is not what you think. One of the greatest things I have learned in my three internships thus far is to always listen and absorb everything happening around you, and throw everything you think you know out the window. Everyone starts at the same place: the bottom. You are not entitled to anything when you are just starting out, so be prepared to learn, learn, learn and work, work, work.
Lesson #3: Nothing is handed to you, ever.
I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, or however many connections you have coming into fashion school, we all have to prove that we have the drive, the passion, and the commitment to go after what we want. It’s a hard-knock and often times stressful life as a fashion student. You’ve got to remember that nothing happens by just waiting around and hoping. You have to make the effort. Pick up the phone, send an email, and scour the Internet to find out what you need in order to move forward. For every internship you apply to, there are seas of other candidates that want that spot. For every paper or article you write, there are twenty others for your professor to read. You aren’t ever going to be handed the opportunity of a lifetime, you’ve got to create the opportunities for yourself because once you get there it will feel a hundred more times as satisfying. Trust me.
Note: This article was written as part of my final project for my fashion journalism class in December 2013.
How To: Dress Like A Fashion Student During Finals Week
Fashion students have a negative stigma surrounding them. People say we care too much about our looks and we are “out there” at all times. The truth? We take up to 21 credits per semester alongside part time jobs and internships, not to mention dealing with living in one of the craziest cities in the world. The result? After 16 weeks of work, work, work we too, are human beings, with eye bags, greasy hair, and the stench of pure exhaustion (we basically resemble the cast of The Walking Dead for a week straight). We lack any ounce of our coveted beauty sleep. Fashion students are a rare, not always attractive breed.
If you want to bring out your inner FIT student there are a few simple steps to graze the line between drab and fab. An extra emphasis on the drab. Because contrary to popular belief, fashion students are people too (especially when we’re up to our ears in final exams). Before we get started let’s go over a few rules: showers are not allowed (dirty hair is so on trend); ice cubes are prohibited to get ride of those eye bags (we all look like panda bears this week, embrace it); and finally, this is New York City, grunge is so in. Let’s just embrace our street-chic because who cares if people can’t tell if we’re homeless or just insanely fashionable. Keep that pretty little head up.
Before you go to sleep, set your alarm so you have just enough time to roll out of bed and crawl out of your dorm for your 9:00 AM final. I’m talking 8:22, 8:35, and 8:45 because who expects you to actually look good this week? Open up the refrigerator and pretend like you have the time or the energy to eat any sort of healthy breakfast. Maybe scarf down a few bites of last night’s leftover chipotle burrito bowl. Because guacamole is brain food, right?
Arrive in the knick of time or fifteen minutes late it’s up to you, because you know that New Yorkers and fashion students alike are always fashionably late. Sprawl yourself out in your miniature desk, throw your Michael Kors bag on the floor because who cares at this point, only to realize you don’t own a number two pencil anywhere in that tote. Awkwardly whisper to your neighbor to whom you haven’t talked to all semester if they have a pencil to spare only to realize that pencils are of a rare breed at FIT. Drag yourself through final and presentation after group project running on pure Starbucks and NYC drive. Rock those sweatpants in public for the first time all year and throw on those “Fanels” (fake-Chanel) sunnies over those Bambi eyes and pretend like you’ve got it all under control. Then down some more coffee.
Make your way back to your dorm room at the end of the day and collapse into bed only to do it all again tomorrow. You sit there, greasy hair, raccoon eyes and all and remember that one day it’ll all pay off. You are of course a fashion student, you can handle anything.
The next time you roll your eyes when I tell you I go to fashion school just remember: in the four years you spent getting drunk at frat parties, I was working towards my future (in killer shoes, I might add).