Anyone who works in the industry has had ‘em: A fashion week related nightmare. We asked designers, editors and stylists to share theirs with us, and then we asked our friend (and super talented artist) Mara Sprafkin illustrate them. Don’t be scared…
To kick off the series, Erin Fetherston told us about her nightmare involving a stolen collection and a Smurf-colored jacket. Next up, the incomparable Simon Doonan, Barneys' Creative Ambassador-at-Large, has nightmares about watching his dog dry-hump a model on the runway--while he looks on from standing!
I arrive at the Tents and nobody says hello and nobody tries to take my picture. What AM I? Chopped liver? I am carrying my dog Liberace. I brought him along to make a great photo op. Nobody seems to agree with me. We move through the crowd and nobody ambushes me about their new web site and nobody stuffs a resume in my hand and begs for a job. Nobody even makes eye contact. Gradually I realize how much I always enjoyed being "bothered" by young hopefuls whenever I arrived at the shows. I look for my seat.
EEK! I am in "standing"...which means I am staring at the back of somebody's legs. (I'm short.) Suddenly I realize that Liberace has escaped. The show begins. I peak through my neighbors legs Liberace bum rushes the first model and begins humping her leg...I wake up screaming.