Ny's Eunoia: LFW Internship: Day One.

Its 10.50am and I feel like I'm sitting under one, big, giant sweaty armpit. I hate trains, but today of all days is not a day to be late so I sit tight and tell myself in 5 minutes time I’ll be walking up to Fashion Scout ready for my first day as an intern.

As I walk up to reception I make a silent prayer asking to not be welcomed with ‘I can’t see your name on the list’ or any other horrible complications that could ruin today. A friendly blonde girl asks for my name and agency and after a few moment of fiddling around with a pile of papers and separating wristbands she smiles and directs me to Room 2 Hair and Makeup. As I walk down a long empty hallway it suddenly dawns on me that I know no one and straight after this thought I'm reminded that I don’t even know what the events manager looks like, who I've been emailing all week. Think positive I tell myself, just look for a bunch of girls wearing all black, it can’t be that hard, plus for once you’re super early so you have time on your side.

I turn the corner to see a group of young girls sitting in the corridor dressed in all black, bingo! I walk up and ask ‘POP PR?’ they simultaneously reply ‘no.’ Fuck. Of course, they are interns for a different company and of course all the companies have asked their interns to wear all black, and of course none of the girls seem to know where POP PR are based. Thankfully the girls were all really helpful and one of them even walked around with me until I insisted I’d be fine and that my group was bound to be somewhere. A few moments later I'm with my POP PR group and the rest of the interns are all quite bubbly and chatty and I feel slightly more at ease. 11.30 comes, and we all sit patiently in the narrow corridor waiting for the arrival of events manager Sarah to tell us what exactly we’re doing. Several models pass, shortly followed by frantic hair and makeup artists running up and down, eventually an hour or so later we’re greeted by Sarah and she takes us to first floor for our first show ‘Ones to Watch’.

We enter a white, bright room with a long catwalk filled with photographers setting up their cameras and tripods. Interns from a different company are filling the rows with goody bags, and right at the back of the catwalk the DJ begins to set up. Looking at the rest of the interns my first thought is ‘definitely should’ve worn heels’ shortly followed by ‘of all days to forget my camera’. Time passes, and the photographers have finally set up. The lights are dimmed and rehearsals for the models begin, after a few run-throughs and the photographers shouting ‘a little more to the left’ followed by the models rolling their eyes once they’d turned around, we were gathered round in a circle and given our roles of seating the general public once doors were opened. Priority tickets: first two rows, Seated: last Row, the rest: standing. Seems simple enough. Before we know it the doors are swung open and crowds of people are flooding in. After moving a few people who were ‘accidentally’ sitting in priority and not seated, the room falls silent and the show begins.