|If you do attempt to find me, though I advise against any view bigger than this, please be gentle.|
Yes people, I'm afraid that is me. It was whilst wandering around the exhibition, channelling my inner Derelicte style (I was working trampy chic long before Galliano had discovered homelessness) that the Vogue Street Chic team caught me and asked to photograph me for the website.
It really was terrible timing; I'd just come from work, had the bare minimal of make-up on and was attempting to disguise the lack of effort with a messy updo.
As my friend would say, I was a "hot mess...emphasis on the mess."
I really should have declined the offer but I heard Vogue and my mind went blank. Normally, I would have allowed the resulting image to drift, undetected into the oblivion of cyberspace but they spelt my name wrong...ALL TWO LETTERS OF IT!
This may seem completely trivial but as an aspiring fashion journalist, it's an ambition to one day see my name in the ultimate fashion bible. Ideally accompanying my own writing. Now I understand there is a little way to go but as a first taster it would be great to see my actual name.
The extra E makes all the difference by the way. Fie sounds like a pretentious little madam who's added an additional vowel because she thinks it sounds edgy...it doesn't. To be honest, I don't even know how to pronounce it but the name sounds more complicated than it should be.
Fi, on the other hand, sounds like a lovely girl who would make an incredible intern for a world-renowned fashion publication. If you can look past the crazy pink shorts and unkempt hair.
Anyway, I think I've made my point and I shall let you know how my letter to Alexandra Shulman gets on. In the meantime, here is the first installment of exhibition pictures (I didn't want to completely overload this post) from GFW.
Let me know what you think and hope you find them as inspiring as I did!
P.S. If your name is Fie, I truly apologise.