Marcel Winatschek

Berlin Fashion Week

Got invited to fashion week tonight, which is hilarious because I’m going to be the biggest pleb in the room. Like, extremely obviously. But I dressed up anyway—really went for it—and I’m bringing a friend to share the weirdness.

I’ve been preparing. Got my lines ready for the models. The opener: Come with me, I’ll make you really big. Solid stuff. But the second one’s better. I’m going to ask if they want Cini Minis for breakfast tomorrow. That lands different because they’re all starving. You can’t eat at fashion week.

If Vivienne Westwood shows up, I’m kidnapping her. Probably won’t happen, but I’m mentally committed.

The whole thing’s stupid and I know it. You show up to the party you don’t belong at, you dress up, you tell your dumb jokes. There’s something true about that.