prada institute

What is it that you want me to say? Do you want me to say ‘Poor you. Miranda is picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy.’ Hmm?

Wake up, six. [The Editor-in-Chief] is just doing her job. Don’t you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created, was greater than art, because you live your life in it!


…You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And what’s worse? You don’t care. Because, this place, where so many people die to work, you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn’t kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. 


Wake up sweetheart.

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The Devil Wears Prada 

Nigel, art director of Runway (fictionalized Vogue magazine), to the main character.

This helped pull myself out of this sinking, depressive feeling I developed a few weeks into my time at the National Institutes of Health. You do not deign to work in the halls of greatness! I was waiting for a feeling of motivational arrogance to arise – that which I had as an upper division undergraduate. But that was never to come as someone on the lowest rung of research, amongst those specialized in a field so difficult it is impossible to fully penetrate as a mere post-bacc. I serve science from my minor role, not myself. And out of that comes confidence that expands that role.

My fashion background to the rescue, for once! Now I listen to favorite songs on each morning walk through campus I take to get to my lab and feel my chest expanding each time. There is a renewed sense of awe each day. I am ready, each morning, to serve science and become great through that, gradually.