Is it lonely on the runway>
If it wasn’t for the fact that I live and work with my future wife, I’m not sure if I would see much of her with the schedule I’ve been strapping on lately.
Tomorrow, I’m giving a speech on the future of fashion to a bunch of Berkeley students, Gossip Girl Nights, our series of screenings for the highly anticipated show starts on Monday which also marks the start of a major contract with a major, hush-hush client, on Tuesday we’re hosting the first ever fashion show to take place on the Brooklyn Bridge (models still needed), Wednesday starts Fashion Indie Week Brooklyn, our fashion week featuring 15 of our favorite designers, on Thursday New York Fashion Week starts and we’ll be giving you coverage of every show that really matters, the rest of the week is a daily stream of fashion shows, on September 10th Fashion Indie Week Brooklyn closes with the biggest fashion event of the season, the New York Couture Fashion Show at Mansion (you’re all invited), on September 11th I have my bachelors party, and on September 13th I watch as the love of my life walks down the aisle and finally says I do to a lifetime as Mrs. Saynt (you all know her as editor-in-chief, Rebecca Alexander).
Not to mention the four new interns which have walked into our offices this week and the countless interviews and on camera bits I have to do for Fashion Week and you’re looking at a schedule that could make a normal man run for the hills. Of course I’m no normal man. I’m Daniel Saynt.
This should be a breeze in the park, but believe me if it’s not, you’ll be hearing my wrath on FashionIndie.com. Which, we can all admit has gotten a lot nicer lately, no? I’ve been working extra hard to make this Indie Empire into something amazing. And everyone at Fashion Indie has been pretty amazing, hustling their asses off to create a company that knows how to have a good time. Basically, all is nifty in the world of Daniel Saynt, I just needed to get it off my chest.
Thanks for sharing this moment for me to just vent. I’m quickly realizing the extents of my greatness and sometimes I just need a second to take a piss.
Futurist, Husband, Lover of Small Animals. I'm the quintessential jaded New Yorker with a mind for all things fashion. My articles are the type you'd expect from the popular girl at school; mean spirited and ready to pour some pigs blood on your homemade prom dress.
