So You Wanna Be FIT? A No-Frills Guide to Conquering the Fashion Olympus (FIT Style, That Is)
Listen up, aspiring Anna Wintours and budding Marc Jacobses, because this ain't your grandma's guide to getting into FIT. Forget cramming for SATs like your life depends on it (spoiler alert: it doesn't for FIT). We're here to dish the real dirt, the secret sauce, the sartorial shortcuts that'll have you strutting down Seventh Avenue in no time, even if your sewing skills are currently stuck at "button replacement."
Step 1: Embrace Your Inner Freak (Don't Worry, They're All Freaks at FIT)
You know that time you wore mismatched socks to school on purpose? Or ripped your jeans with surgical precision because "distressed" is the new black (and everything else)? Well, at FIT, that's just Tuesday. So dust off your most outlandish outfit, the one that makes your grandma clutch her pearls and mutter about "the youth these days." Because at FIT, bold is beautiful, weird is wonderful, and sequins are basically a food group.
Sub-step 1a: Befriend a Sewing Machine (It's Not as Scary as It Sounds, Promise)
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Okay, maybe not a Singer from the '50s with its own temper tantrums. But mastering the basics of stitching two pieces of fabric together will earn you major cred. Bonus points if you can whip up a wearable potato sack – trust me, avant-garde is all about pushing boundaries, and what better boundary to push than the one between "potato" and "haute couture"?
Step 2: Portfolio Prep: From Doodles to Drop-Dead Gorgeous
This is where your inner Picasso unleashes their fury. Forget those boring landscapes and still lifes (unless they're landscapes made of discarded fabric scraps and still lifes of mannequins doing the Macarena, then you're onto something). Think outside the box, inside the trash can, and maybe even on top of your neighbor's cat (don't worry, just metaphorical cat-sitting – PETA wouldn't approve). Show them your range, your vision, your ability to turn a coffee stain into a commentary on the existential angst of the avocado generation.
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Step 3: The Essay: Your Ticket to Runway Royalty (or at Least the Cafeteria Line)
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This ain't your high school essay about why you love your dog (although, if your dog wears custom-designed booties, then by all means, write about it). Show them your passion, your fire, your burning desire to make clothes that would make even Lady Gaga blush. Talk about the time you convinced your entire kindergarten class to wear nothing but cardboard boxes (it was a "sustainable fashion" project, obviously).
Bonus Tip: Befriend a Fairy Godmother (or at Least a Sugar Daddy with a Trust Fund)
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Okay, not essential, but let's be honest, New York ain't cheap, and neither is FIT. So if you happen to have a long-lost aunt who owns a diamond mine or a sugar daddy with a penchant for polka-dotted socks, now's the time to cash in those favors. Just remember, with great fashion power comes great financial responsibility (or something like that).
There you have it, folks! Your crash course in conquering the hallowed halls of FIT. Remember, it's not just about the clothes, it's about the attitude. So strut your stuff, flaunt your freak flag, and get ready to paint the town, or at least the campus cafeteria, in technicolor threads.
P.S. Don't forget the snacks. Fashion school is intense, and hanger is a real fashion faux pas.
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P.P.S. And maybe invest in some good eye drops. All that squinting at avant-garde necklines can do a number on your corneas.
Go forth, young fashion warriors, and make FIT tremble!
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