The third day in Vegas was just as challenging as the second day, except this time I got hit by a huge wave of “Holy wow, I want to go home.” I think if I was more rested for the trade shows (I.e. Not attending a Lady Gaga concert the night before a flight out at dawn.) I wouldn’t have been as pooped for the final day of MAGIC. But as it was, I had come off of a long period of probably not getting enough rest, and my mind and body were all too aware that there was a seat on a plane waiting for me, and my ass was very anxious to meet that seat.
Overall, I had a helluva time, though. When I look back on these pics, I think about how freakin’ stoked I am to be where I’ve ended up thus far. 2008 was a dismal year, replete with super depressing blog posts that an emo teenager is too young to understand. 2009 brought with it a lot of change. I hopped jobs, got back into hobbies, and watched too much TV. Here we are now, more than 75% through with 2010, and I couldn’t be happier with the ways things have turned out.
Meeting people in this industry and seeing all the facets and layers that go into getting a single pair of pants out into the market is truly fascinating. I’m really glad that I’m learning a lot of this as I go, arriving at mini-revelations every time something from my past clicks with a practice or pattern that’s relevant to my current work.
On a personal professional development note, I’m proud that I got through as much as I did. In fashion etail, parties equal partnerships, and there is no break from having your A game on from day to night. I can happily say that on my first trade show at one of the biggest industry events of the half-year, I made it through three days of pounding the convention floor, connecting with and interviewing professionals on video, dancing and smiling at parties, eating and chopping it up over fancy food, and doling out dollars for ten thousand cab rides. Every time I met someone new or someone with whom I had only known through e-mail, I got excited. FaceTime was necessary even before the iPhone 4 was announced, and being at the heart of a number of crowds converging was a great test of my own readiness. As for how ready I am to the larger world, we’ll just have to see.
There are real people behind all those e-mail addresses. Real talk.
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I believe in life after love. And Cher’s boots. (Please excuse the pasty lighting at Platform.)
Standing with Wendy from Nitrolicious. Blog reader geek moment.
Kris snapped this one on the first day of MAGIC. I owe so much to Kim. Never woulda thought we’d be splitting an escalator ride. Go Mission! (Kris also got a pic of the fabled white tiger cub at SLATE for the Ava Domina blog.)
I want this headband. I am really surprised I didn’t buy it.
…And I’m guessing this is how White people spell “Gucci Maine.”