Advertisement - Continue Reading BelowThough my tendency toward sartorial minimalism is without exception, anyone who's been on the receiving end of one of my correspondences, listened to me wax prophetic on the staying power of short, asymmetric haircuts, or read any of my manifestos on why strapless is not an `everywoman' neckline, knows good and well economy of words is not one my stronger suits.
You can imagine, then, my distress when tasked to come up with a name for my new ELLE.com blog.
More From ELLEArmed with the chestnut, "Find a way to stop sounding so in love with your own writing," imparted to me by a senior editor, I decided to focus first on the scope of the blog. After toying with ideas ranging from a reader-driven Q&A column to an e-diary of my exploits with borrowed items from the fashion closet, I ultimately decided a far better use of my unique position would be to provide a daily porthole through which readers could experience what it's like, at 29 years old, to start a new career with no formal training at one of the world's leading fashion magazines.
Join me each day as I slip into something all-black and go under and behind the cover to document my yearlong experience and confront the question, "Is working there really like it is in that movie?" as honestly and with as detailed an account as ELLE's Executive Editor permits.
So glad to be back.
bowl-cut best,
Johanna



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