Alexander Wang

My good friend, Yutis (like shoot-tease) is a firm believer in not just following your dreams, but attacking them like a rabid beast.  From the moment she saw Kristin Cavalari and Lauren Conrad frolicking about on Laguna Beach she was smitten with Southern California. Three years ago she finally made it to her happiest place on earth where she now studies and plays tennis. So, when I told her how I would love to be the buyer of a large clothing company, but did not think it was possible because I didn't have the schooling; she took things into her own hands.  When it comes to social networking Yutis is like Ryan Seacrest; she seriously knows everyone. So she landed me an internship at a massive online clothing company, Revolve Clothing, with quite effortless ease. No interview, no background check, no pre-requisites, no nuthin'. All I did was show up. The key to successful employment used to be it's all about what you know. Then it was; it's not what you know, but who you know. Now I think it's not who you know, but who knows you.

At my internship, I get a deadly wholesale discount, which is typically fifty percent off.  Every time I enter the huge warehouse I wish they outlawed transparent coverings and put black bags over the countless rows of breathtaking clothing. Neither my willpower nor my wallet can handle it. The kaleidoscope of flashy apparel induces me with a driving craze to take the place hostage then pillage, plunder, and pirate it taking every last article of cotton, cashmere, silk, wool, lycra, leather, and fur with me. Clothing turns me into a trout as I am lured in and hooked by the bait, never again to let go. 

A few weeks ago I was sent to the back of the gargantuan warehouse to an isolated room where boxes of defective clothing from years past sit all piled cattywampus. As I creaked the door open,  I thought for sure my parents would be called because I had been found squashed under an avalanche of clothing. My boss was planning to take all the defectve clothes and have an employees sale. Everything was ten dollars and you could purchase five things. My job was to take what another intern deemed unsellable clothing and put them into donate boxes. Now, when tediously transferring from one box to another I noticed that these clothes were utterly fabulous with  maybe a hole smaller than the eye of a needle. People would totally buy this high quality clothing with a slight imperfection. It gives the clothes character; that motto I have adapted after every single piece of my closet has been blemished with some ambiguous stain. I told my boss, that I thought most people would purchase the donations and she should include them in the sale, if not I was going down to the nearest salvation army and stocking up on Free People, Bailey 44, Micheal Kors, Velvet, Alexander Wang, and Herve Leger. 

Nine hours later I had weeded through the clothes again paying particular attention to what MY  five purchases would be. Since I had closely scrutinized every article of clothing, I found the best brands and most fabulous pieces and set them aside. I felt like the Bachelorette every time I narrowed my selection. I couldn't decide and each reduction twinged in my heart like a rose ceremony. Couldn't I just take them all home? 

The day of the sale I overheard one of the buyers divulging about the rumors of an Alexander Wang sweater for sale. That sweater was in MY rose ceremony!!! And when it was thrown up onto the chopping block I eighty-sixed it for a black jacket that seemed more practical. What was I thinking? Who even needs the word practical when you have the word ALEXANDER WANG in your grasp. I quickly made the switch five minutes before the sale began. My boss swore me to secrecy and made sure to distract the buyers from viewing my substitute.

I became overwhelmed with guilt as I saw the lady in search of the hidden treasure. She dug through the jackets and then the knits; never to uncover the gem. I stood there watching over the sale with a devilish wry smirk glued onto my face. I couldn't wait to go home and bask in the glory of my purchase. 

I will post blogs on my four other purchases (they are even better!!) 

 

My boss let me have at the leftovers the next time I came in to intern. All I can say is I have no idea why Santa Claus doesn't have back problems. I slung twenty-two more items over my back and reveled in my euphoria. If I am stuck in accounting and never get a job in fashion I will be a dedicated intern at Revolve for the rest of my life. The perks are just too great.