The angst wont go away, only because you do. In case you’re wondering what this is all about, it’s about me feeling jealous and inadequate. In general. Alright there was a specific incident that raised these feelings. It was me being out on town with Emmas flatmate, who’s a junior designer at a furniture company and him chatting up a designer, who just happened to just have had returned from a 3 month internship at Marc-Jacobs.
” what do you do?” She asks me.
”Well, I’m a art-school drop-out, who’s working as a bike mechanic”
And now I sitting on a flight of stairs and I just feel empty inside. Like all hope is lost.
BUT HEY! THIS IS LONDON! If you’re not a super designer! LIE!