an intern's noise is noise to me.

peter som for louboutin - way back - nyc

i was just rifling through old photos since i haven't taken any worth seeing in the past week. coming across the one above brought back a little memory:

there are few things i can vividly recall about the two-week stint in early 2007 when i worked slash flailed around during new york fashion week. but one thing, one sound (onesound.onesound), that has stomped and stomped itself into the wrinkles of my brain is that of an intern's walk. this girl--full-lipped, full-hipped, and bare-faced--wore a pair of hardwood-heeled, vintage working boots each of the three days i was at the peter som studio. the floors all grey cement, it was impossible to not hear her HEEL-toe, HEEL-toe, HEEL-toe. it was obvious that she had some deep-seated catwalk fantasy--a result of watching hundreds of ostrich-humans teeter around her workplace, i'm sure (ugh, that's not how you do it. pick me, pick me, peter. i'll show them how it's done). and let me tell you, she lived that couture-cloud dream from fax machine to her little desk chair at least seventy nine times a day. she was satisfied with herself. she stomped it out. she was going places where there would be a shoe-sound status quo. and so it goes in the fashion industry--make your presence known or run the risk of being forgotten altogether. that is, until being forgotten is the new black. in which case, move over, world, intern incoming.