Tell us a little about yourself
My childhood was a bit of a tale of two cities; I grew up between Beirut, Lebanon and Houston, Texas, and while those culture shocks were certainly impactful even more so was my obsession with vintage film and fashion. When I’m not working, I can usually be found at my favorite thrift and antique stores pretending it’s 1956 again. (Here I am doing just that in a ‘50s vintage dress by Mr. Mort.)
How long have you worked at Vogue? Have you always wanted to work in this industry?
I’ve been at Vogue for six years and my my has the world of publishing changed in that short time—I remember when Vogue’s web team was a party of two! I didn’t always want to work in publishing, but I knew I needed to find someplace that would allow me to indulge my campy sensibilities as I’m quite serious about the frivolous.
How does your job inspire you?
While in Graduate School for Fashion History, the Vogue Archive was one of my biggest resources. Knowing that I now have a part in creating something that might one day in the future be referenced gives me incredible fulfillment. I’m never just thinking about the next issue, it’s so much more than that.
Do you remember your first handbag?
With Minnie Mouse as my fashion muse, I carried around discarded lipstick tubes in a pink and white, polka-dotted, kiss-lock clutch as a toddler. But my first real handbag was a high school graduation present; a Y-Mail handbag purchased the summer Mr. Saint Laurent passed away. I remember pleading my mother for it, I had to pay my respects!
How did you find yourself in this line of work?
I was dazzled and nothing else could hold my attention.
If you could do it all over again, would you choose the same career path?
I’d like to think so! Plan B has always been to open up a vintage store. Though I’m certain I wouldn’t be able to part with any of the things in my shop so therein lies the reason I haven’t pulled the trigger on that.
Spill it! Can we take a look inside your bag?
Of course! Floating around are several lipstick tubes (a reddy red, an orangey-pink), clip-on earrings from my grandmother, the beaded coin-purse I use as a wallet, a sewing kit (wearing clothes this old means thing rip and tear), and hopefully my house keys.