One need only to enter the elevator, assuming one makes it past the three-deep security guards and magnetic entry gates, to grasp the sartorial gravity of the building. Fashion is made between those four walls. Floors are not identified merely by their number, but by the name of the venerable magazine that occupies that level. Like beacons of style, they slowly illuminate as one ascends: Lucky… Glamour… Vogue.
Once one alights on a floor – I only made it as far as 4, the cafeteria – one begins to encounter Conde Nast girls. Immaculately dressed, perfectly made up, with luscious blown-out hair that seems to defy the elements (and not a single pony tail in sight); Conde Nast girls are a sight to behold. They are a walking lesson in artful dressing. I could spend hours just watching them walk by. Even in the frigid cold of a chillier-than-normal NYC December, they each appeared to have stepped right out of the pages of the glossies that employ them. In the three hours I spent at Conde Nast I learned at least a dozen little fashion lessons from watching the stunning women walking through cafeteria hall.
I have much more to share from my time at Conde Nast, including tidbits from the event that provided my entry into the temple of fashion: the Lucky Magazine / Dior.com launch event. So, stay tuned. And, if you ever get the chance to make the great pilgrimage to the Conde Nast building, don’t pass it up. It is an impressive experience.
→ Subscribe to Lucky Magazine, $15.00 / 12 Issues, at magazines.com.
→ Subscribe to Vogue Magazine, $18.00 / 12 Issues, at magazines.com.
