Things are...
carriewilson
Jan 20, 2007
About to get super crazy/insane.
I'm welcome to the challenges that are to come in the months ahead.
I'm also bummed out on how much sleep/time i'm about to lose. It's all worth it.
Just so it's valid (my disappearance) I'll fill you, and myself in about what's going to happen.
Rest of Jan=
22- Introduction to the CFDA competition/Fashion departmental meeting.
CFDA=Council of Fashion Designers of America
This = Huge design competition we always (are expected to and do) win
25- Sketch selection with my second mentor Kristopher Enuke.
Kristopher Enuke= Head designer/creator of Oligo Tissew
Sketch selection is where my cumulative design work over the last 3 months (which has been widled down to like 12 concepts) gets narrowed down to one set of pieces that I have to go in and construct.
Sew.
Feb=
Work work, sew sew
22- 1st official fitting with Kristopher, and the fit models.
Fit models= 6ft tall women
The strange thing about fit models, and my personal perception of models in general is as follows:
Tall people kind of freak me out, and fit models kind of look like spiders (more specifically Daddy Long legs)
23- Swim Try ons start.
So I have a picture of my suit and mentor up. Swim try ons is where they start trying to figure out who will be wearing my suit in the final show.
March=
15- Final fabric fitting for K. Enuke.
What this means is everything has to look like it's ready to walk down a runway. This includes all the dying and handwork..
April=
6- Try-ons with Rose Brantly (chair of Otis fashion)
Rose is the woman that started otis fashion 25 years ago. Since then only 1000 people have graduated. Rose herself graduated from Parsons School of Design in NY. And she graduated ahead of Ana Sui--who was her classmate.
Rose is a crazy person. So amazing, and so intimidating.
12or13- Jury show.
The Jury show is going to be a HUGE deal. And i'm going to talk as many kids out of their tickets as possible so I can hopefully finagle some of my good friends and family to come.
What happens is we use the theatre downstairs in Cal Mart and all sorts of industry folk, alumni and rags come (Rags=magazines=WWD, trade papers etc) Every person who has completed their garments (everyone has 2) and hasn't been kicked out of school ( story to follow) come and watches every garment come down a runway with a number.
The industry folk vote on which ones they think are the best--and from the votes it's determined which garments go to the final show--at the Beverly Hilton. And of each group (mentor group) ONE person is chosen as the mentor design winner--And that person gets to come to the final show and walk down the runway with their designer, and model.
It's kind of a big deal.
MAY=
May 5th- OTIS SCHOLARSHIP BENIFIT SHOW-
We're actually not even allowed to come to the night show.
The night show is where all sorts of folks who are rich and/or famous come and throw money at our school. A bad seat costs like $500, people pay $25,000 for a table...It's kind of retarted.
Last year we had to sit on the runway in our show uniform and stay perfectly still so people could look at us while they ate. How is that for a trip? I couldn't stop giggling because I thought it was so stupid--and watching people eat made me really nervous--.
Nina Garcia from Project Runway comes--and since that show they always bring back Daniel Franco and Andre--who were both students at some point. Christina Ricci came one year--which I thought was incredible--Christina Ricci was in fact my childhood idol. Casper anyone? uh, or better yet Adams family???
So the show we come to is in the afternoon--we get to watch the run through for like $25 a ticket.
The show is in the same room they have the golden globes in--and all the money goes towards scholarships and stuff the school gives out.
I can't complain, because all those people give me the monies I need to finish school.
_________________________________________________
After May 5th I don't really know what will happen in my life.
There are a lot of things I would like to do. And a lot of people I would like to work for, but it's all dependent on where or what falls into my lap.
We send out resumes for internships--
And my teacher might get me into this one that I would pretty much die for
(big time Big Time!)
I turn 21 at the end of July. Which is stupid.
My Mom being the wild woman that she is wanted to take me on a big Vegas trip, but I'm not really that into it.
Doing Vegas with Mom is way too hardcore for me.
_____
So I'm opting for them to take that money and let me pool it so that I might go to London to study for a week at my Dream school. Central St. Martins.
Central St. Martins is where like every huge European designer that went to school graduated from. John Galliano, Stella Mc Cartney, and I think Alexander McQueen.
And if fortune favors me it may someday be my Graduate school...
It won't be a luxurious trip, but it will be the last chance I have to take it before I turn into a real human being at the end of next year...when I (God willing) graduate.
__________________________________________________________
So this rambled on forever.
And is pretty much born out of procrastination.
If you made it this far.
Excuse my spelling errors
And virtual cornicopia of information
I digress
And return to my work. Gross
Take Care
Yours Always.
I'm welcome to the challenges that are to come in the months ahead.
I'm also bummed out on how much sleep/time i'm about to lose. It's all worth it.
Just so it's valid (my disappearance) I'll fill you, and myself in about what's going to happen.
Rest of Jan=
22- Introduction to the CFDA competition/Fashion departmental meeting.
CFDA=Council of Fashion Designers of America
This = Huge design competition we always (are expected to and do) win
25- Sketch selection with my second mentor Kristopher Enuke.
Kristopher Enuke= Head designer/creator of Oligo Tissew
Sketch selection is where my cumulative design work over the last 3 months (which has been widled down to like 12 concepts) gets narrowed down to one set of pieces that I have to go in and construct.
Sew.
Feb=
Work work, sew sew
22- 1st official fitting with Kristopher, and the fit models.
Fit models= 6ft tall women
The strange thing about fit models, and my personal perception of models in general is as follows:
Tall people kind of freak me out, and fit models kind of look like spiders (more specifically Daddy Long legs)
23- Swim Try ons start.
So I have a picture of my suit and mentor up. Swim try ons is where they start trying to figure out who will be wearing my suit in the final show.
March=
15- Final fabric fitting for K. Enuke.
What this means is everything has to look like it's ready to walk down a runway. This includes all the dying and handwork..
April=
6- Try-ons with Rose Brantly (chair of Otis fashion)
Rose is the woman that started otis fashion 25 years ago. Since then only 1000 people have graduated. Rose herself graduated from Parsons School of Design in NY. And she graduated ahead of Ana Sui--who was her classmate.
Rose is a crazy person. So amazing, and so intimidating.
12or13- Jury show.
The Jury show is going to be a HUGE deal. And i'm going to talk as many kids out of their tickets as possible so I can hopefully finagle some of my good friends and family to come.
What happens is we use the theatre downstairs in Cal Mart and all sorts of industry folk, alumni and rags come (Rags=magazines=WWD, trade papers etc) Every person who has completed their garments (everyone has 2) and hasn't been kicked out of school ( story to follow) come and watches every garment come down a runway with a number.
The industry folk vote on which ones they think are the best--and from the votes it's determined which garments go to the final show--at the Beverly Hilton. And of each group (mentor group) ONE person is chosen as the mentor design winner--And that person gets to come to the final show and walk down the runway with their designer, and model.
It's kind of a big deal.
MAY=
May 5th- OTIS SCHOLARSHIP BENIFIT SHOW-
We're actually not even allowed to come to the night show.
The night show is where all sorts of folks who are rich and/or famous come and throw money at our school. A bad seat costs like $500, people pay $25,000 for a table...It's kind of retarted.
Last year we had to sit on the runway in our show uniform and stay perfectly still so people could look at us while they ate. How is that for a trip? I couldn't stop giggling because I thought it was so stupid--and watching people eat made me really nervous--.
Nina Garcia from Project Runway comes--and since that show they always bring back Daniel Franco and Andre--who were both students at some point. Christina Ricci came one year--which I thought was incredible--Christina Ricci was in fact my childhood idol. Casper anyone? uh, or better yet Adams family???
So the show we come to is in the afternoon--we get to watch the run through for like $25 a ticket.
The show is in the same room they have the golden globes in--and all the money goes towards scholarships and stuff the school gives out.
I can't complain, because all those people give me the monies I need to finish school.
_________________________________________________
After May 5th I don't really know what will happen in my life.
There are a lot of things I would like to do. And a lot of people I would like to work for, but it's all dependent on where or what falls into my lap.
We send out resumes for internships--
And my teacher might get me into this one that I would pretty much die for
(big time Big Time!)
I turn 21 at the end of July. Which is stupid.
My Mom being the wild woman that she is wanted to take me on a big Vegas trip, but I'm not really that into it.
Doing Vegas with Mom is way too hardcore for me.
_____
So I'm opting for them to take that money and let me pool it so that I might go to London to study for a week at my Dream school. Central St. Martins.
Central St. Martins is where like every huge European designer that went to school graduated from. John Galliano, Stella Mc Cartney, and I think Alexander McQueen.
And if fortune favors me it may someday be my Graduate school...
It won't be a luxurious trip, but it will be the last chance I have to take it before I turn into a real human being at the end of next year...when I (God willing) graduate.
__________________________________________________________
So this rambled on forever.
And is pretty much born out of procrastination.
If you made it this far.
Excuse my spelling errors
And virtual cornicopia of information
I digress
And return to my work. Gross
Take Care
Yours Always.
