Slave Labour

This week I re-entered the world that tortures many of our pasts; work experience (otherwise known as work exploitation). The soul crushing, hard working, unpaid, long hours of work that make us better people and one step closer to our dreams. Or does it? With at least 20 fashion schools in London alone, not to mention the rest of the UK, Europe and world who flock to the city for experience and employment, noone really cares who you are, how creative you are, just your hardcore willingness to work. I have spent the week from 9am to 8pm, (noone leaves until everything is finished) sewing toilles, sample cutting, hand stitching, picking up samples and notions all over town. Sorry to crash your hopes kids! Join the queue at ticket number million please! And by the time you will finally work your way to the front of the queue (the payroll), you're ready to be replaced by a fresh faced youth who will do it all for free. NEXT!