Today is my last day at Fashionista. After 20 crazy, amazing, exhausting months, it's time to move on. (I'm joining Lucky as the executive digital editor.)
I can't even begin to explain how important this job has been to me. Not only have I met many of fashion's smartest, most creative, and kindest, I've also learned a ton about the business, about journalism, about blogging, and about myself. Including:
Mean commenters cannot hurt you unless you let them. You jerkfaces know who you are. (Just kidding! Not really.)
Always use three sources in a gossipy story, even if you know your first two sources aren't lying to you. Because nothing is worse than being wrong. And nothing is better than being right.
Be nice to PRs. Because we still don't know the identity of @NoBtotheS. Although I think I have a pretty good idea.
Cool, talented, successful people are usually nice, too. (See: Sally Lyndley, Chris Benz, Mickey Boardman, Rebecca Minkoff, Long Nguyen, Sasha Wilkins, Phil Oh, the entire staff of J.Crew/Madewell...for proof.)
Fashion Week is not fun. But it is a privilege. I got to see Karl walk Ines down the runway as "Bitter Sweet Symphony" played in the background. All the schlepping around is worthwhile because of moments like that.
Fashion IS fun! Especially when it means jetting to Florence to watch models perform a scene from West Side Story at the Band of Outsiders runway show. What a spectacular night.
I love fashion. I love Fashionista. I love the readers. I love Leah, Dhani, Cheryl, Steff, and all the amazing interns and freelancers who have made this experience so worthwhile. (And of course Britt, who showed me the ropes.) I wish Leah and her team the best of luck--I know I'll be reading.