Part 2 : Glam in NYC
Backstage was some version of organized chaos. On the surface, it seemed like everyone was running around in a mess of tulle, makeup and in some state of undress. But when you looked closer, every designer had their station, every model was readying for her turn on the runway and the make-up artists consulted the stack of face charts for each look. An assistant checked me in for my showcase and thrust a lanyard over my head to grant me access to backstage. I walked past security, checked in with Jennyvi and got into hair and makeup straight away.
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With minutes to spare before the show, like any good fashion blogger, I snuck out to the lobby and snapped a few photos.
The shout came from the front of the room, and we all made our way to line up. I took my position last in line, the show closer. “A very good thing,” one of the other models told me with a smile. The lead makeup artist came by with a can of hairspray and a tube of lipgloss to polish me all up before I hit the stage. My heart raced. This was it. My first time walking on a runway in New York. During Fashion Week. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. This is a moment so many girls wish for their whole lives… and it was happening to me. I’ve never been more nervous, excited, humbled, honored, thrilled and scared at the same time. But, something else snuck up on me. Something I’ve never felt before. Walking that runway made me feel so alive. Alive in a way I didn’t know I could feel. Like every nerve ending on my body was on fire in the best way possible. Like I could feel the blood rushing in my veins. Like I was doing what I was meant to do.
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