NAME: Stacey Farber
AGE: 20
HOMETOWN: Toronto, Canada
SCHOOL: The New School UniversitySeated in Teen Vogue's head office, at my desk and facing my new Mac, I suddenly wonder how I got here. There are less-important, literal questions (like: How did I decode New York's complex subway map and actually make it to work this morning?), but I have deeper questions, too. These ones are farther-reaching and cloudy because even though I try, I can never pinpoint exactly when I traded my high school textbooks for designer look books. It seems that somehow, it all just…happened.
I transferred to the New School University (from Toronto, Canada) a year and a half ago to study Creative Writing. Once settled in Manhattan, I discovered the city's abundance of internship opportunities. My school offered credit for internships and it looked as if, understandably, every company in Manhattan wanted to benefit from the [free] labor of interns—students could send their resumes anywhere! I boldly applied for and landed an internship position in the Fashion Department at NYLON Magazine in October, and I worked there (packing and unpacking garment bags, shipping clothing, walking anything and everything back to designers' PR offices, etc.) for two semesters. I loved working for a publication that I enjoyed reading and genuinely respected, and at the end of the school year I knew I wanted to apply for an internship at Teen Vogue....
Read the rest of her blog, as well as other intern blogs,here.
2 comments:
Wow! I didn't realize how many celebs intern! I noticed there also seems to be a lot of famous blood at mags like Rolling Stone. Maybe that's why I never heard back :(
Nevertheless, the blogs are interesting to read!
I must agree, there seems to be a great number of the famous in magazines. I can understand that the publications are writing about that kind of lifestyle, so it would behoove them to have their subjects on their side. But... I want to be there too!
She interned at NYLON?! I haven't sufficiently cleaned up the drool dripping from my to-the-floor jaw quite yet. It would be my dream to follow in her shoes.. Someday. That's what I keep telling myself.
As for now, I'm off to get some more papertowels to finish up the drool-pool. Oh, the green eyes of envy..
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