Risky Business
July 20th 2007 07:48
'Working for fashion magazines can be fun and glamourous'
The beauty editor quietly announces that this year's beauty award entries are available for people to help themselves. And that's when you hear the screams emanating from across all departments. For the first time, these normally demure, composed and ultra stylish women unleash their carnage. Allowing their primal instincts to get the better of them, they behave in the most uncouth fashion, racing towards the pile of cosmetics laden on the floor with a sort of hunger in their eyes. The fashion girls are the furthest away so they have to jump across desks to get there first, whilst the features team, who rarely get sent any good freebies, decide it is their unalienable right to hoard as much as is humanely possible.
I'm so amused I forget to check it out for myself. But I find it so silly that I remain in my chair and return to researching the annual salary of Sarah Jessica Parker (hardly an improvement admittedly). The only other person to remain immobile during the mad rush is the beauty editor who comes over to inspect my lack of enthusiasm and attributes it to mere shyness. Taking on the mother-hen role, she leads me into the madness where I stray a few metres away, too scared to get any closer. I pick up a lip gloss that rolls out from the enclosed circle of ravenous women too busy huddled over their newly acquired treasures to notice my presence, and pocket it with nonchalant triumph. I return to my seat, bemused.
I'm not saying I don't like working in the fashion magazine industry. But there's only so much frivolity I can take.
Disclaimer: I like the lip gloss, it has a smooth texture, long staying power, a nice finish and smells nice. The colour is a delicious shade of electric pin- OH DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE I BECOME????
The beauty editor quietly announces that this year's beauty award entries are available for people to help themselves. And that's when you hear the screams emanating from across all departments. For the first time, these normally demure, composed and ultra stylish women unleash their carnage. Allowing their primal instincts to get the better of them, they behave in the most uncouth fashion, racing towards the pile of cosmetics laden on the floor with a sort of hunger in their eyes. The fashion girls are the furthest away so they have to jump across desks to get there first, whilst the features team, who rarely get sent any good freebies, decide it is their unalienable right to hoard as much as is humanely possible.
I'm so amused I forget to check it out for myself. But I find it so silly that I remain in my chair and return to researching the annual salary of Sarah Jessica Parker (hardly an improvement admittedly). The only other person to remain immobile during the mad rush is the beauty editor who comes over to inspect my lack of enthusiasm and attributes it to mere shyness. Taking on the mother-hen role, she leads me into the madness where I stray a few metres away, too scared to get any closer. I pick up a lip gloss that rolls out from the enclosed circle of ravenous women too busy huddled over their newly acquired treasures to notice my presence, and pocket it with nonchalant triumph. I return to my seat, bemused.
I'm not saying I don't like working in the fashion magazine industry. But there's only so much frivolity I can take.
Disclaimer: I like the lip gloss, it has a smooth texture, long staying power, a nice finish and smells nice. The colour is a delicious shade of electric pin- OH DEAR GOD WHAT HAVE I BECOME????
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