Say hello to TeenyManolo‘s competition.
Don’t worry, that’s not a dirty joke in that balloon; it’s a reference to The Fashion Weekly Daily, where Francesca made her print debut as a fashion critic. And how, you ask, would such a young tyke (only seven!) land a plushy gig like that in the cutthroat world which is fashion journalism? Eschewing such grubby pathways as years of grad school or ramen-fuelled unpaid internships, she did it the old-fashioned way: Mom got her the gig.
From Jezebel, which website I vastly prefer to The Daily‘s PDF-centric, browser-crashing monstrosity:
Elle editor-in-chief Roberta Myers’ 7-year old daughter Francesca made her critical debut. When asked what her mom has taught her about life in the front-row, she replied:
You have to look out for FANCY… Fashion in general is really pretty.
Love it! After all, who needs 800 words when it can be done in just 10?! (Also, tell us “Look out for FANCY!” doesn’t sound like something that could have passed the lips of the great Diana Vreeland.)
Actually, it does.We still can’t hate her because she’s connected. And why can’t we? Because she’s wearing the gorgeous Lilly Pulitzer sundress, and it is a widely-known fact that, however outrageously priced the Pulitzer may be, it, like the Pucci, is the physical manifestation on Earth of the visions in unicorns’ happiest daydreams, and thus the wearer is +18 protected against snark.
It’s true. You can Google it.
The shoes, however, are not Pulitzer, and thus can come under some well-earned fire. I understand beach thongs. At the beach. I understand equally that even the sainted yet dependable Dr. Scholls sandals are really just low-heeled mules and thus technically shoes, rather than mere flip-flops, and I understand moreover that children and grownups all over the world should be schooled in this difference, repeatedly if necessary. Looks like Mommy learned this lesson! Look out for inappropriately-casual!
New York Fashion Show Front Row: Mules okay; flipflops not okay.
Not even if you’re seven.