What would you do for your fifteen minutes? The Fashionista has been pondering that question a lot of late, watching as various would-be designers, models, starlets, and American Idols bare their fangs and sharpen their claws for a piece of the spotlight.
How far would you go in pursuit of fame? Would you spread your cash around to win friends (as a certain Harvard-bound Dalton grad did last year in an attempt to curry favor with the “right people”)? Would you spread nasty lies to destroy your competition (as a certain Argentine model did, looking to disgrace a fellow mannequin)? Or would you shove a friend aside to make sure that you were first (as a certain Couture beauty editor did when she literally shoved a colleague who scored a guest spot on the Today show)?
Honestly, the Fashionista just can’t understand what all the fuss is about. I’ve experienced fame, and here’s a secret: It’s overrated. It inspires predatory paparazzi and equally hungry hangers-on—who are all, in a word, tiresome. Success, on the other hand, is a worthy alternative to all kinds of celebrity. It’s the stuff that drives that passionate start-up jewelry designer on the Lower East Side and that obscure milliner up in Harlem who re-creates vintage-era hats simply because he cannot bear to see a fashion gem tossed in the garbage. Are either of them famous? Hardly. On the road to celebrity? Doubtful. But they’re already wildly successful in a way that most of us never will be.
Darlings, trust me, don’t be seduced by the lure of notoriety. After all, there’s a reason the Fashionista remains anonymous.
Your faithful Fashionista
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