Office Space

Once upon a time there was a fashionista, her style was always as fresh are her attitude.

But even as she enjoyed showing off her clothing at school, she knew she was destined for bigger and better things. So with fame in her heart and stars in her eyes, she journeyed to the big city. It was loud and jammed with people. Everyone was pushing, shoving, yelling, but she didn't mind. Our heroine felt at home. 

Soon she reached her destination. The motherland if you will. Vogue. It was here that she knew she was destined to be. So she crept into the large building, sneaking past the sleeping security guards, grabbing a guest pass on her way. Up she went in the marble elevator, heart pumping, adrenaline pouring through her veins.

As the gleaming silver doors slowly opened in front of her lay the door to the holy one. Anna Wintour. Gravely she entered the empty office. It was messy, filled to the brim with fashion spreads and potential articles. The fashionista gobbled each one with her eyes, committing it to memory. She knew she would have to be hired if she followed all the trends for next season.

Finally, with her fashion appetite satiated, she went to the door and turned the handle...

Only to realize she was stuck.

Story inspired by the trend of silver, futuristic, rock and roll by Balmain and Elle. I'll try to get the spread up soon