Rumor has it that Lybian dictator, Muammar El-Qaddafi, has two goals: First, to regain control of his country, and to then take over the Met.
The stone-faced leader apparently believes he has a twinkle of style behind those baggy, expressionless eyes. T Magazine published a letter sent by Libya’s Minister of Culture, which expresses Qaddafi's desire to exhibit his wardrobe in the Met and boasts the leader's “3400 items of breathtaking sartorial magnificence.”
Right.
I’m sure the dictator’s closet holds expensive duds, but they’ll never become an exhibit at the Met. Face it, Qaddafi – you’ll never make it in the New York fashion scene. And here’s why:
1. No one knows how to spell your name. Gaddafi? Qaddafi? Gadhafi? Your name shows up five different ways in a single news report. Imagine what a nightmare that would be during Fashion Week check-in:
“Hmm… sorry, Muammar… I can't find you on the list. But if you’d step aside, maybe we can squeeze you into standing room. Maybe.”
2. The fashion industry isn’t so keen on genocide. Don’t believe us? Just ask John Galliano.
3. We’re an industry sponsored by booze. And you, bright-eyed hopeful, banned this delicious social lubricant in Libya. Good luck trying that shit over here. Kim Crawford would destroy you.
4. You’re passé. Elie Saab already did the whole ‘all-gold’ thing four years ago. You had your chance. It’s over. Besides, Elie Saab is from Lebanon and you’ve certainly burned that bridge by now.
5. Internship required. What’s that? Never made a coffee run for Marc Jacobs? Never maintained itineraries for Vogue’s entire editorial staff? Inexperienced job-seekers need not apply.
It’s ok – the fashion industry isn’t for everyone! While it’s obvious you had been working on your unaffected-model-pout and Zahm-like shade collection, perhaps it's time to consider a new career path.
Post by Amanda LaMela
