So that’s what he wears to work!Photo: Hannah Thomson for mensvogue.com
In the latest chapter of his Vogue internship, famous hockey player Sean Avery is guest-editing Mensvogue.com this week. To be afforded such responsibility can only mean he’s doing a truly stupendous job as an intern. And it sure is great the Vogue program is allowing him to wet his feet in new media. Avery kicks off this week with a diary about what it’s been like to work at Vogue so far. And just as we suspected, he’s doing the dirty grunt work like styling photo shoots, attending creative meetings with the magazine’s senior staff, and flying to L.A. to assist with special projects. It’s a hard-knock life. Here’s what he had to say about the job a million girls would kill for.
Yes, he gets shit for loving Vogue and women’s clothes, but it also enhances his “game” with the ladies.
I don’t watch sports. I don’t read about sports… I don’t hang out with other athletes… Some people question whether I’m straight; others give me compliments. Some women find it a turn-on. My teammates are very supportive and cool about my interest in fashion — sometimes they even ask for my advice on what to wear. But I’d be lying to you if I said that I don’t take some verbal abuse from opposing players for the clothes I wear, or for my interest in something — “fashion” — that I think sounds a little frightening to narrow-minded blockheads.
Disclaimer: Sean is not doing this internship to use said game on the hot ladies that work at the magazine.
First up was getting my ID card and my company email address after a brief meeting with the magazine’s managing editor, Laurie Jones. As I saw it, this meeting was called to find out if I was actually here to work, or just to meet girls. I assured Ms. Jones that I was here to work — to see what really went into running a legendary fashion magazine — and in return I would make minimum wage and check in with her weekly.
Sean learns making a magazine is a lot of work.
First up was a creative meeting attended by the magazine’s senior staff, which gave me a broad look at upcoming shoots, potential covers, and which writers, editors, and photographers were covering which stories. The whole thing is impossible to explain, really — let’s just say it was a 4,000-part overview of where the magazine is going and what needed to get done to light up women’s faces across America — and, yes, the occasional hockey player.
Sean commits every faux pas imaginable in the Condé Nast cafeteria.
The cafeteria in the Condé Nast building… is filled with some of the best-looking and best-dressed women in New York. Even aside from that distraction, my first attempt at getting lunch didn’t go so well. You see, I needed two trays to hold my plates of beef stroganoff and my salad (which alone could probably feed four) and my two bottles of water and my Jello for dessert… And while my stick-handling on the ice keeps getting better and better, my tray-handling leaves a bit to be desired. I still can’t find the girl who fled the cafeteria with beef stroganoff spilled all over her, but just in case she’s reading this: You can find me on the twelfth floor, and I owe you a new outfit. I now limit myself to one tray at a time.
Sean encounters a stumbling block when he flies to L.A. to help on photo shoots
Sean styles for the first time, and it helps him feel better about not accomplishing his mission the day before.
Thank God for Day Two and Shoot Two. The photographer was shooting a pop band in a studio. The production lasted for hours and hours, but I had a smile plastered on me all day. This was the first time I was able to have real input into something I love — yes, clothes… I added a few ideas that ended up in the photos — try to spot the leopard-print Alexander McQueen vest that pulled the outfit together.
In The Crease [Mensvogue.com]
