As I walked through the empty halls of the Walker Art Center yesterday morning contemplating what I would write about in this first blog, the sound of my stilettos “click clack” echoed through the museum, forewarning the guards that the girl who wears heels everyday to work is here. Since this is my first blog, I thought it would be nice to tell you about the journey that ultimately brought me to this amazing contemporary art museum.
I wasn’t always into art and fashion. As a matter of fact, in high school I broke every fashion rule imaginable. I thought by shopping at Bloomingdales, wearing DKNY and Tommy Hilfiger, I was being a fashionista (I will spear you with pictures from that era of my life). In college I was as lost as every other 18-year-old, trying to figure out the path to take that would lead me to become someone I wanted to be. Eventually I settled on Marketing, Art History and French, knowing that would provide me the perfect alibi to study in France for a year, which was a dream come true. In Paris, I was thrown into the world of Louis Vitton, Christian Dior and of course the mother ship, Chanel. I was fascinated with the black turtlenecks, the wool pencil skirts and the impossibly hard task of walking in heels on cobble-stoned streets.
Returning stateside a year later, I was a different woman. Yes, a woman who experienced the European sophistication of cigarette smoking while having a Café au Lait, museum and art gallery hopping, tragic heartbreaks and using random French words in my conversations. After graduating from college, I craved more of that glamour so I enrolled into Sotheby’s Institute of Art in New York to obtain a master’s degree in Art Business. Another whirlwind of fabulous blurs later, I find myself unemployed with three undergraduate degrees and a master’s degree.
The Walker Art Center could not have came in a more opportune time, as I find myself once again looking for direction, I was offered a position in Museum Development and Corporate Sponsorship. I immediately jumped on that train, and know that this is the new beginning of my big adventure and I wasn’t going to miss a minute of it. Now my days are spent researching artists and exhibitions, prospecting sponsors for the museum and of course, my favorite: special events. Recently I worked on the first annual gala and the graphic design’s after hours party among many many corporate cocktail parties thrown in between.
The point is, as important as the destination; the journey makes you who you are. So go for it, whatever it is your contemplating, go for it. I can’t guarantee you’ll end up exactly where you want to be, but I can say this: you’ll enjoy being yourself a heck of a lot more!