I am a stylist.
Those of you who know me, know exactly what I do and have been doing for the last 15yrs. Those of you who know me but still haven’t the foggiest…are kind enough to play along. And wait for an opportunity when Im out of earshot to ask. Maybe when Im at the bar. Or get up to use the bathroom. Opportunities will present themselves.
Yesterday I interviewed at a famous department store. It rhymes with Tax Fifth Avenue.
I presented myself as a seasoned stylist who has editorial credits, costume credits and a healthy roster of personal clients who request my services every season. However, seasons are far apart and mamas got bills to pay. So I put myself out there to let Tax know I was ready to work as their in-house stylist.
Mr. Tax looked at me blankly. Then at my resume. Frowned, and looked back up at me. “You don’t have any sales experience.” True, but Im not here for a sales job. Im a stylist. He laughed and said “All of our sales people are ‘stylists’ you know what I mean?”
My career had just been air quoted.
In other news, I love the French ensemble above. Why? Because its effortless and not apologetic about it. For instance, she’s not pairing her baggy trousers with spiky heels. She’s wearing them with flats. Its a walk of shame …but chíc shame.