Everyone thinks being a fashion journalist is basically living inside The Devil Wears Prada—minus the emotional damage, plus better lighting. Let me ruin that fantasy for you. I’ve been there. I was that girl. And trust me, it’s colder, messier, and far less cinematic. Back in 2009, after sending what felt like a lifetime’s worth of desperate emails and applications, I finally got my break. … Continue reading Confessions of a (Not-So-Glam) Fashion Intern: My “Andy Sachs” Era