Either my shoddy memory’s finally gotten to me or the more possible, I just simply never processed this whole past year in Paris. After all, I flew across the Atlantic and landed myself immediately in a new apartment and at a new job. There was no time to digest the everything that had happened. Only recently have I come to realize that I had spent the last ten months in a familiar place, somewhere far more familiar than New York, which really shouldn’t be the case, especially when you attend a school called “New York University.”
It wasn’t as if that I hadn’t realized that I was leaving, I did after all spend the remainder of my Parisian days soaking up the grands boulevards, pastries, and steak tartare. I was quite aware of it all, and even took note of my latest and last (for now) discoveries that I was to share when I arrived in New York – but life got in the way. I even went so far to say to myself that the city bid me some sort of farewell with invitations to shows for the graduating classes at Parsons Paris and Atelier Chardon Savard.
I came here with the idea that I would make something of myself as a writer. Mind you, I wasn’t set on publishing memoirs, writing a novel, or anything of the such. Rather, I wanted to earn my place in all of this – “this” being the fashion industry. Granted, before coming back to Paris, I attended shows, which was great and fun, but I hadn’t really earned it. The invitations were seldom actually meant for me, and simply just passed on into my hands.
When I arrived in Paris on that summery September day, I decided that I wanted to earn my place, whether it be standing or seated, and forge connections on my, and not anyone else’s, merit. And I guess that’s what I wound up doing. I may not be sitting front row or at have PR companies begging at my feet to come, but I’ve gotten somewhere, and that’s a pretty good start. So I suppose you could say, that I did kind of graduate.
It was exactly two years ago when I sat in my Parisian studio and asked myself if I would ever see a fashion show. It’s been quite a surreal trip this past year, hasn’t it?