So far it’s been less like Devil Wears Prada and more like
the sofa of my kitchen on a rainy Sunday afternoon. People are constantly on a
migration towards the teapot, huddled with laptops, casually typing out stories
and shouting jokes around the room. In essence, it's essentially like any
other office I’ve worked in, except there’s music.
Time Out is a
fantastic place to work and everybody is incredibly friendly, if a
little busy.
My work so far has not been confined to coffee runs. Instead
I’ve been in touch with PRs, writing out reams and reams of listings, generally
getting confused with the image uploader they’ve got here. Most difficult, I've had to work out what
Miu Miu means.
I am not your stereotypical Fashion Intern. For one, I don’t
really care about fashion, and, as I pass the theatre/food/travel desks my head
inclines wistfully towards them. But it’s a great step in the right direction
and it mans that I get to shock friends and family with style advice. This
comes from somebody who is happiest in leggings and oversized tee.
I don't think it's going to turn me into some crazy Rachel Zoe lookalike (see! Fashion reference!!!), but it's making me appreciate the work that goes into producing a magazine as 'simple' as Time Out.
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