Me at PRADA AW13 Photography by Luca Campri
Inspo: Daph
Yes, guys, that is me backstage at Prada.
I have finally lived my dream.
It was a cold New York City day in February as I arrived as an EXCLUSIVE for Prada.
As soon as I walked into the tent, there was an energy around me.
“I’ve finally achieved my life-long goal. Glee was right, it DOES get better!” I said to myself as I poured a bottle of Smartwater on my head, then removed the bag from a nearby trashcan so I could wear it as a shirt.
There I was, backstage at Prada. I think everyone would agree, I was incredibly inspiring. It was a living testament that, no matter what anyone says, if you have a dream you must do everything you can to achieve it… and it will come true! Unless the dream has to do with time travel or whatever.
Even as I was experiencing this amazing triumph, I still had ~-~haters~-~. People around me said things like:
- Who is the wet homeless guy?
and:
- Girls, you cannot bring your dad backstage! Get him out of here!
and:
- You’re not a model, and this is womenswear, and you’re a man, sort of.
and:
- This guy looks worse clothed than Lena Dunham does naked.
and:
- Code blue. Repeat. Code blue. Get Daphne to the safety checkpoint. This guy could be dangerous.
I closed the show by having the guards chase me while I yelled, “Stop immediately! I am a close relative, my name is Tom Miuccia!” and they argued back,”Miuccia is her first name, not her last name.”
It’s just like my girl Coco Rocha says, “I’m Coco Rocha, a model. Look at me. I am Coco Rocha. Please acknowledge me. Don’t look at my age on my drivers license Please acknowledge me. Please. Please. Please.”
I totally related to that iconic quote since I was finally a model!
And, yes, to address the rumors I AM banned from New York City now (it happens to the best of us, CC: Jenny Humphrey), but the good thing about fashion week is that it changes cities! On to Jersey City fashion week I go!!!!!
~-~CU on Da Runway~-~
