Me (middle)
I'm seen wearing a floral Winston White romper purchased from The Geisha House.
Last night I had the honor of assisting backstage at a fashion show in Philly. Walking in, I didn't realize the chaotic, rambunctious, all in all exciting night that was ahead. I learned that fashion is beauty and it is pain. Turn left, theres a naked woman, turn right, there's a man oiling up latex pants a designer is having him wear. You never know what you're going to see but that's the exciting part. Dressing the models and telling them how to walk and represent the clothing they are wearing is therapeutic in a way, and even when a model who is too big headed for her own good thinks her way is better, in this business, they have to do what the designer says.
During the finale, there were about 5 models and nearly 30 looks that needed to be walked down the runway in a matter of maybe 5 minutes. The overall craziness of models almost breaking their ankles running to and from stage, up and down stairs, and having to put on their hectic pieces while running to the runway to be on time would make those just watching it all go down need an inhaler. On top of it all, you have to watch your clothing because these are pieces the designer is going to sell and any model who is paid nearly minimum wage would love to get their hands on anything they can grab, I'm sure.
This experience is hopefully the first of many more to come, and I now know that this is where I belong and where my heart is. And even though my eyes saw way more boobs, butts, and drugs than I had anticipated, it's a thrill and was hands down one of the best nights of my life.
kisses,
Mikaela Fayth
