A tweet that sparked a fashion blogging frenzy last week; a frenzy you were at the forefront of if you're a fellow fashion keeno with your very own blogger / tumblr / wordpress / all three. The cause of said frenzy? Look Magazine are giving five bloggers the opportunity to report live from the front row at The Look Show AW11 (as well as tweeting obvz) plus a stellar night in a London hotel with a friend and cocktails for company. What more could you want in life? Answer: nothing!
I am not one to blow my own trumpet and thus, what follows will not be a brief for the are you dressing up or dressing down? appreciation society but just a bunch of reasons as to why I should (and really really want to) be sitting pretty on the front row of The Look Show AW11, putting my skills on show.
My passion for fashion and ambition to make it as a fashion journo is unrivalled. Blogging from thee front row of thee hottest high-street fashion show for an equally hyped publication is everything I have ever wanted - not going to lie about it. To be in amongst the action, on the proverbial front line at September's Look Show, representing what started off as a place to showcase my writing and materialise my fashiony thinkings would literally make my life, like you have no idea. The cliches will be bandied around but it literally, genuinely and whole-heartedly would. I am more determined than ever to make the so-called, fashion journo pipe dream a living reality. Do a girl a (massive) favour?
I have dipped my toes in fashionable waters and am more than sufficiently pysched (and equipped) to dive in at the deep end - hello cringe pun. As an aspiring fashion writer with a kanny decent repertoire of experience (if I do say so myself) - cue shameless name-dropping: dressing models for Alexis Knox, a recent stint as editorial fashion assistant at Junior Magazine and street style writer at Notion Magazine's sister website, I won't disappoint in filling the seriously stylish shoes of winners previous.
Finally, and arguably most importantly, I would welcome, with huge open arms, the opportunity to prove that my retaliations against my mother's constant nags to spend more time on university work, instead of blogging, were all for a bloody brilliant cause.
I am partial to a cocktail or two so that bodes perfectly well with me too.
My trumpet has well and truly been blown, #whoops, make it worth my while?
Thank you all for reading.