Stylist and designer Liz McClean is looking for an “amazing intern”. Naturally, she’s turned to you.

Requirements:

“Currently live in New York, know their way around the city, know the subway system, be very interested in fashion styling, know magazines, designers, and photographers, feel comfortable driving in the city, will be doing pick ups and returns, running errands, may get to go on photoshoots, non-paid, start asap, full-time or able to be on call, stylish!”

Send your resume and a short cover letter to Liz’s assistant at rachelwortell[at]gmail.com.

Luck!

So you may have noticed by now that there’s a guy (or is it a bunch of different guys?) dressed as Waldo and wandering the Tents.

We didn’t know what that was about, but we were too busy to care. Then, we looked in that notebook that was part of Charlotte Ronson’s gift bag and saw a stamp inside that explained a little more.

Apparently, Waldo (as in, Where’s Waldo), turns 21 on September 21. And since looking to get the word out, they’ve taken the opportunity of Fashion Week to do a bit of a fun publicity stunt.

And now you know.

(Only somewhat related: Wouldn’t it have been funny if they sent him down the runway at Trovata? I mean, stripes!)

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

So I have to admit - when it comes to Fashion Week, I’m a little green; actually, this is my first show. And while Britt and Natalie might be pros, I still have some things to learn.

Fashion Week Lesson #1: It is perfectly acceptable, if not actually impressive, if the show starts just thirty minutes late.

Fashion Week Lesson #2: When it’s a million degrees outside and the show space, though beautiful, has floor to ceiling windows that let the sun shine through, fan yourself with your schedule/invite/whatever you can get.

Fashion Week Lesson #3: Waldo, as in Where’s Waldo? equals fashion show celebrity at Liz McLean - this guy knew how to get his picture taken (more on him later).

Fashion Week Lesson #4: Learn to feign interest in the questionable presence of mesh tank tops, strange sheer capes and other pieces that don’t even count as clothes in the real world.

Fashion Week Lesson #5: Don’t be surprised when designers make political statements via the runway. Guess we know Liz is voting for Obama.

Fashion Week Lesson #6: Try, try, try to stop yourself from snatching the killer biker jackets and vests! Liz McLean’s leather was so stunning we wished it was for Fall, as in, now.

Phew. Now that my first time is over and done with, check back to see how my next show goes.

—HAYLEY PHELAN

The Bumble and Bumble space on West 13th is one of our favorite venues for the shows.

There’s good light, you can take pictures from several different points, and we love when the out-of-work model waiters serve us fat little macaroons before and after.

So it comes as no surprise that it’s kind of the place to show this season. Their roster of designers: Ohne Titel (for a third time, a Bumble first), Catherine Holstein (doing her first real runway show there), Staerk, Jeremy Laing, Vicente Villarin, Koi Suwannagate, Liz McClean and Victoria Bartlett.

The Bumble people have a way of picking out the next successful designers to show at their space. Not to mention, if you actually have time to kill between shows, you may as well be in the West Village.

Looks a little wasted…

Oh yeah, it’s almost the end of Fashion Week…

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

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