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My first experience with online fashion journalism

2 Jul 2009

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Ok, I could just post a link to it here and vanish. I could, really. I just don’t want to. I feel like I should write about this funny experience so I can remember it for always. It was my first time, so it needs to be written properly!

Oh ok, it wasn’t really the first time I was working on something to be published. It was the first time I had to do the entire research myself, and ran into a world I knew nothing about before: The world of PR amazons.

Sorry, I have no other word to describe them.

I got the title from my lovely editor and said Yes. There was nothing less than sexy to write about but my list of top 10 summer fashion must-haves for the summer. As I said Yes, she asked me if I wanted her to deal with pictures for my article or should she. I said what the heck, I want to do it, just this once.

As I replied to her email, I had to leave the house. I packed my laptop in my backpack and ran out. 45 minutes later I signed in again.

I became blind.

I swear.

There were 45 emails from 45 people whom I’ve never met or ever talked to. Never. I opened the first from the bottom, and it was scary! It was all like “Congratulations on your new job! How exciting! WooHoo!”. As I scrolled down I saw that there were about 20 pictures of clothes attached to it. And so were the other 44 emails, that by the time I clicked on ‘return to inbox’ became 63 emails.

Now is the time to tell you that I live because of my Gmail. I cannot breathe without it. I’m way beyond addicted to it. So I’m used to have mega control of it. It’s all pretty and organized with colored labels and everything. And now what? It was invaded by hundreds of PR Amazons and I just couldn’t control it.

Stopppppppppppppp pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Thank goodness they had a deadline. They had 2 days to send me stuff and that is that. In a magical way, I woke up too days later and checked my inbox who came back to being its old self again. I was shocked; I was absolutely sure that they would never stop sending me those huge emails. I was so  happy.

So it’s done, and it’s online, and you’re all welcome to share your feedback and comments here or on the article itself, which is right here – http://www.bamoda.co.il/styling/Articles.aspx?id=668

See you later (I already know what I’m going to write about next:))

Hilla

By: HillaO Category: Fashion, life Tags: , , , , ,

Project Runway, 2nd chapter, the Israeli version of

28 Jun 2009

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Hey everybody :-)

If you read Hebrew and want to read my second review on last week’s chapter, you can see it here and tell me what you think of it:
http://www.bamoda.co.il/fashion/Articles.aspx?id=665

Enjoy!

Hilla

By: HillaO Category: Fashion Tags: , , ,

Gotta brag about it :)

11 Jun 2009

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Finally, I have written my first blog post for http://www.vetrinas.com‬.

It’s right here: http://blog.vetrinas.com/

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I’m very happy about it and would love to read your comments and see you there too. Oh yeah, it’s what I do :-) And it’s so much fun. Just wanted to let you all know.

Hilla

By: HillaO Category: Fashion Tags: , , , , ,

Everlasting era of changes?

21 May 2009

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What is it with being almost 30 and having your life changing all the time?

I have to admit it – it’s nice. It’s never boring and it keep me constantly curious. I’m that kind of a girl, I need changes all the time. I don’t really plan for them to happen or even ask for them to come. Surprisingly enough, they just happen. A second before I get bored, something new popps up. Isn’t it great?

So for my new upcoming surprising changes – I bless you all for showing up in my life, but hey, only if you’re nice to me!

By: HillaO Category: life Tags: , ,

The doors cliche

3 Apr 2009

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I wrote someone last night, that yesterday was all about the doors and the windows cliche. Well, yesterday was an important day, even if I was trying to underestimate it.

It started when I woke up into my favorite hug. That’s always a good sign, right? It went on to a very nice meeting with someone (same someone from the first paragraph) whom I liked from the first minute I saw her.

Now, that was a door being opened widely towards me. I wasn’t ready for the lovely breeze, but I let myself lay back and enjoy the feeling. As I left and went down the escalators, the vicious reminder of cynicism crossed my mind saying, that if one extra door opens to your face when you didn’t bother closing another, then it must be wrong. I also remember thinking about the motive of timing, because when it comes down to the basics, then that’s what it’s all about. I figured it won’t be too long before I get the news from the university in New York, which will probably shake my world once again in for the last couple of months.

I was ready to get confused, relieved, sad, disappointed, happy and crushed all together. And then came the sick sense of humor of this life and decided to just make it easy for me.

I don’t do easy. Never. I’m all Miss-I-work-hard-to-get-what-I-want. It can’t be easy. Not that easy anyways. Or can it?

They turned me down. As in N-O. No New York.

I was supposed to be devastated. Crushed. Crawling on the floor crying. But I wasn’t. Sure, I was sad and disapointed and sorry and all that. I knew all along that it’s going to be damn hard to get in to that special program that costs United States of America tons of money. Sure, I was taking a No option under consideration when I was working on my application. Dammit, I just worked so hard on it.

And then it happened. After Mr. Ego has left the building, I was relieved. I don’t have to leave my country anymore, I don’t have to work something out with my man, I don’t have to go through any of the drags of moving. Been there, done that, and apparently it’s not going to happen again.

Is it really that easy? Can one really have it all? Do I really get to keep it all? The love, the life, this city, my friends, my family, and my job – all wrapped in a gift wrap with a smiling future included?

Summing up:

1. No NYU, but:

2. Love

3. Tel-Aviv

4. A nice and full of fun job

5. New and old friends

6. Home

Therefore: 7. I’m happy.

(reminder: copy-paste to fridge door)

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By: HillaO Category: life, love Tags: , , , ,

catching up with Ms. Self here

23 Feb 2009

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Sure, it’s been a while. I’m very not used to not writing for so long.

The past month has been pretty much a rollercoaster for me. My life, or as it may have been seen like my life only a bit more than a month ago, had completely changed. Now, how more dramatic can I be? Unfortunately, not much more than this…

It’s about a man. Not a boy, not a guy, not someone. A man.

Isn’t it always about men?

It usually is, but I still hope that I can say that not always, and if I wish to be specific – not always in my case.

But then again, it is, this time it is.

Oh, it turned into love very quickly. As if there’s no lower level on the way to the big L. There wasn’t. There isn’t.

To make a long-short month just short, it has been a month of love and very little serious work. Of no regrets, of honesty, of pureness, of appreciation, of embracing, of letting go of all  boundaries of all kinds, of letting in, and I mean really in, as if I never let in before.

Emotional suicide for the new-all-better-and-ever-improving world. Ooh yeah.

As for the rest of it, for whatever  it still means, I’m trying really hard to do everything else. I gave a lecture about two weeks ago at a conference for Young German History Scholars and received a nice grant. Going back to work in a week, hoping to finish writing the first chapter of my thesis by then. One of my best friends is getting married next week, I’m really excited for her. Wow, this paragraph would probably be a post long a month ago, now it looks like tiny dots  written in the margins :-)

I feel like I’m changing as I write here. At this very minute. How weird is that ?! How could one feel change in its making?

I’m getting harsh on myself here now, but this is probably what happens when I need to catch up on my writing. I actually want to write about something else, completely different. I should come back later on tonight and just write it.

Sounds like a plan :-) shy_girl_flirt

By: HillaO Category: life, love Tags: , , , ,

ואין לאן ללכת

1 Jan 2009

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בוקר. כפור. אמיתי כזה. מהסוג שהיה נסבל בקלות לו בתל אביב היו הסקות ראויות כמו באירופה, למשל. אך הבטון התל אביבי הישן סופג הכל – את הכפור בחורף ואת הלהט בקיץ. כך יוצא, שלמרות המיזוג, האצבעות קופאות לי על המקלדת. למה? כי מעליי יש חלון, שלמרות שתריסיו מגולגלים מטה ככל האפשר ולמרות שזכוכיתו סגורה עם הידית העצלה, עדיין חודרת רוח קרה. לא נעים במיוחד.

זה הבוקר הראשון שלי בבית. הצלחתי לצאת מהמיטה בשבע וחצי, לשתות קפה, להתרחץ, לצאת עם הכלבה ולהכין תה בכוס התרמית שלי, לאחר כך.
עברתי על כל האתרים הקבועים שלי באינטרנט, ולא נותר לי עוד אלא להתחיל לעבוד. וכמו חרשנית אמיתית אני חייבת לציין – אני קצת מתרגשת…
שיהיה בהצלחה!student_studying

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