Sunday, July 31, 2011

The joys of being an assistant

You go to your closet and you select out, oh I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar De La Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves St Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of 8 different designers. Then it filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and so it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room. From a pile of stuff.
- The Devil Wears Prada

I love this scene. Meryl Streep is so, so good in this film. Pretty much why I'm watching it again. It's sad, but part of me wishes my job in publishing was more like this movie. It's hideous and awful, but I'd rather run errands than have to write more editorials. And I wish I could have Anne Hathaway's wardrobe.

Music: The Devil Wears Prada

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