Today’s Women’s Wear Daily reports on the new upgraded office space for pint-sized designer, Jason Wu. Like many other showroom spaces in New York, it resembles a cavernous hangar with industrial piping garnished with frilly garments.
Visiting showrooms is one of the unique pleasures of being a peon in the fashion world. I remember when I was an intern in the fashion closet at Harper’s Bazaar, my one joy was infiltrating the secret world of designers’ offices. However, there seems to be an overwhelming amount of fashion spaces that flex their glamour muscles in the reception, but fall to the wayside once you go behind the scenes. I have been in so many sexy waiting areas that double as covers to a sinister world of run down cubes, discarded magazines and fossilized relics of fashion’s past.
Why is it that an industry that prides itself on image and upkeep constantly cuts corners on aesthetics? I’m willing to bet that despite the glossy pictorials, Wu has a closet overflowing with sports regalia and empty pizza boxes and legions of interns toiling in a sauna in the dungeon.
What lies beneath?
