(this is annie)

From what I have read, Soho House is some sort of exclusive place. It must not be that exclusive because they've let me in twice this week.

If you had told the teenage me that someday I'd be going to fashion week, doing all of the allegedly glamorous things that such a trip entails, she would have scoffed (and been a bit impressed in spite of herself). Appropriately enough, the fashions reference the early 90s. Right now I'm at a party and trying to decide whether to take the path that leads to glamour, money, prestige. And oddly enough, I prefer a quieter path that is no longer available to me. So this is what's left by default.

It is strange to reach places that many people want to reach. Interviewing people from the teevee. Seeing fashion before it hits the runway. I am grateful for the opportunities I've had and continue to have. I don't take any of this for granted. But if I have learned anything over the last few months, it's that when you reach a certain status, there's another status to reach right after it. It never ends, and nobody ever wins. Or if you do, you become Anna Wintour. I do not want to become Anna Wintour. Somewhere in the past, a very young Anna Wintour would not have wanted to become the modern Anna Wintour.

After this, I will try to see Frank. Then I will try to see Stefan, who is blanketed by beautiful women and literary and smart and nice enough to me.

Update: Mission See Frank was a success. Walks, drinks, and good times were had. Mission See Stefan was a failure. Nothing was had. I apologize if none of this makes any sense but I'm typing it on my phone and I'm going on about four hours of sleep.


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