Point Loma recently held its second annual Fashion Show. The cafeteria was transformed into a Bryant Park tent, complete with runway, and I was transformed into a crazy hunchbacked seamstress, complete with renegade threads stuck to the back of my neck. Sneaky strings of Hades. But after many hours bent over the sewing machine screaming "i hate you" at fabric, bobbins, and anyone that came around, I finally finished my line and the show went off without a hitch.
Most people who took part in the show borrowed clothing from boutiques and put together outfits. There were three of us, however, who actually designed and constructed our own lines. Mine had 6 pieces, which my friends/models worked on the runway. It was shockingly legitimate and there was even an after party with waiters carrying trays of smoothies (smoothies are the mark of legitimacy). Here's a backstage look into the glamourous lives of Manhattan's Elite (Gossip Girl reference which doesn't apply here):
And here is my line:
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