I take the subway downtown to the last stop, which is basically the hub of Wall Street. It’s the part of New York where you’d expect to see Gordon Gecko jerking off all over the cobblestone streets and men with briefcases yelling on cellphones.… Read more
Fashion week: F/W12 or A/W12, whatever, Fall and Autumn are the same fucking thing. I only had 2 mental breakdowns this season, that’s quite a feat for me. I’m currently flying to Miami drinking a bloody mary and sitting next to the human equivalent of Gollum.… Read more
I get a call from my agent at 6pm for a 6:30pm casting.
“You’re their favorite, it’s very important Melissa, make sure to look your best. Remember we had that talk about getting as many new clients as possible? Well this is one of them.”
Yeah yeah yeah, I’ve heard that before.… Read more
I’m in my 20s still but would be considered ancient in the modeling world. I have nothing to worry about, really, other than my appearance. That sentence just sounds absurd but it’s my primary burden being a model. You’ve heard all models say “I was SOOO ugly in high school blah blah acne skinny wah wah…” but it was true for me, I had atrocious skin and a dumb lip piercing.… Read more
I stroll down 63rd street looking for a casting for a designer I’ve never met. Usually these things are in studios or offices, rarely are they in actual boutiques. I see an address two numbers above and below where I need to be.… Read more
Two seasons: Summer and Death. 9 months out of the year the weather is absolutely gorgeous, sickeningly beautiful. For 3 months during December-February everything has a general sense of dying. The hills become brown and people wear UGG boots because they’re bored with their summer wardrobes.… Read more
I believe in equal rights for women, but at the same time my occupation is based on the encouragement of objectifying women for their looks. So what does that say about me other than I look good in sample size Alexander Wang?… Read more
Some people believe in God, but I believe in music. No, I’m not a hippy- those people don’t wash their hair or have jobs, and I’m pretty sure they smell like dirt. I’m just a fan of music. To say it’s my religion is an understatement, whereas the most blissful occasions of my life have been while listening to music with my pals.… Read more
The best memories of my 20’s have been with my friend Jason. He is an intelligent version of Judd Nelson/Jim Carey/Val Kilmer with the style of a 70’s Chazz Palminteri. He works as a stock broker, or something similar, I’ve never really asked.… Read more
My best friend Lizzy tagged along with me on a day of castings during fashion week.
My life is fashion, yet I wear a version of the same old faded t-shirt, skirt and boots basically every day. I love shopping online and seeing the latest collections from Alexander Wang and Marc Jacobs. I picture myself in the clothes and feel like I would be a better person if I spend $1000 on a dress.… Read more
Yesterday I was working in the showroom with a girl who was 5’10” and weighed no more than 100 pounds. She was fresh out of high school from Florida but spoke German as well. I had to refrain from making Holocaust jokes, it was just too easy.… Read more
It’s market month again, which means I get to amass myself in with the real employees of NYC. I wake up before 7am to catch the LIRR into Penn Station. I stand in line behind the same tall mid-20’s guy with the futuristic Bose headphones I see every morning at Starbucks, waiting for my grande chai latte with soy milk and 1 shot of espresso.… Read more
I’d say 3 times is the amount of pre-runway show vomits I’ve heard. The first time I was genuinely concerned for the haggard 5’11” 17 year old with a French accent. “Oh my god are you ok? Can I get you some water?” “Nope.” As she rinsed out her mouth and wiped the mascara from underneath her teary eyes.… Read more