If I could try any job for just one day? Easy. I’d be the Creative Director of a global fashion house—think Dior meets Lady Gaga meets ‘don’t trip on the train.’ I’d strut into the atelier in sky-high Louboutins (obviously), latte in hand, and say things like “We need more drama in this hemline!” while casually draping organza like I was born to do it.
For 24 glorious hours, I’d style runway shows, pick campaign models who radiate real confidence, and maybe—just maybe—sneak in a little Voguegenics inspo by giving every model a glow-up journal and a moonstone. Because what’s haute couture without a little metaphysical flair?
Then I’d graciously exit stage left, return to my laptop, and blog about the whole surreal experience with the kind of sass only sleep deprivation and 3 espressos can inspire.
Would I want to do it forever? No. But for one day? Darling, I’d own that catwalk and leave a trail of glitter in my wake.
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