Skylines, Subways and Press Releases

My parents and I cleaned out our bank accounts to get me to New York so that I can pursue my dream of becoming an adorable, yet fiercely intimidating, music/fashion publicist and/or journalist with a heart of gold.

So far it's a tale of an empty studio apartment, two unpacked suitcases, a confusing underground transit system, an insane obsession with Skype, and the anxiety of waiting for several care packages in the mail that contain the rest of my shoe collection. Soon, I hope to transform it into a tale of an enormous loft with a glittery staircase, numerous walk-in closets, an influx of emails from the media on my blackberry, my town car driver being late and dealing with everyday critical decisions of whether or not to wear the cerulean blue Christian Louboutin satin pumps on New Years Eve, or the black leather studded Alexander McQueen ankle boots on a Thursday.

I signed the lease, booked a one-way ticket, hailed my first cab, opened the door and rolled my two suitcases into a new empty apartment.

This is where the comfort and structure that once made life complacent ends, and the fear, perseverance and excitement begin.

#SIDENOTE: In the spirit of privacy and concealing identities, I have given my friends aliases in the form of precious drag queen names. PERFECT.

#CONTACT: erika9899 at gmail dot com

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January 21, 2010

NYC: Too Ambitious, Too Soon

(New York, NY) — It’s where dreams are made of: created and executed. It’s where friendships are tested: your courage, discovered and your ambition, proven.

I’ve been in new york for exactly a week and am getting restless. I’ve been at my music PR internship for only two days and am noticing how I am meant for other things other than music. music PR will ALWAYS be my concentration and I will still do it; however, i’ve always felt that I am designed to be all encompassing. Having thought my capricious nature was a negative, I now believe my impulsive personality is a blessing. I want to be a publicist for musicians, fashion designers, magazines, beauty products, journalists, hairstylists, THE WORLD. Of course, let’s sprinkle in generating publicity for Drag Queens and the occasional Gay Pride Parade and THEN I will I feel like I’ve made it as a publicist.

My inability to feel passionate about this internship has fueled me to research and email numerous relevant publicists of fashion, music and beauty. I’ve been sending out a plethora of emails to an incalculable number of people, yet the number of responses I’ve received is equivalent to the number of ice cold bottles of water you would find in the Sahara dessert.

I see publicists and successful journalists strutting down SoHo, sipping martinis on 5th avenue, graciously entering their tinted pitch black town cars, and spinning out of the revolving doors of Conde Naste Publications (publishing company of Vogue, GQ, Glamour, W, Esquire,etc…) with their Marc Jacobs leather satchels, Chanel trench coats and Louboutin pumps that eloquently grace the surface of New York’s concrete runway. Witnessing this is discouraging, yet intensely inspiring. I left everything in Texas to absolutely kill it here. I not only want to create an insanely successful career in NYC, I need to; there is no other option, there is no plan B.

So, from discouragement to enlightenment-I will continue to push and break myself through the clutter and email my way to better networking opportunities and land some ridiculously great interviews. I will send out emails full of glitter, diamonds and grace… and pray for break.

Bringing Texas Hair To NYC,

-erika

location: my apt on W34th.

sitting/laying: on a bare mattress

listening to: cars honking outside, and Alicia Keys’ acoustic version of “Empire State of Mind” (OH MUH’ GAWD- tell me how cliche that is…)

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