following all these little young fashion bloggers on tumblr and instagram is my favorite. not because i admire them, but because i remember what it used to be like, barely starting out in the industry. like, ya'll into that bright eyed bushy tailed dressed to the 9's every day bullshit?
when your deadline is today's cancel date and your boss is shitting a brick - you tell me if those knock off birkenstocks and topshop crop tops are gonna save your dumb ass. no one is gonna hire you posing in front of Mood Fabrics, boo.










