Yesterday, I started part one of my two part piece on my year in fashion. Although I could delve into just how evil my boss J was or how he was one of the biggest divas I had ever met or how whenever he yelled at me he'd then corner me in the supply closet to "reassure" me that he did actually love me, need me and as he told his wife, supposedly, could never live without me, this isn't The Devil Wears Prada type of story.
Confirmed: Primary endpoint of significantly improving overall survival not met Merck Serono, a division of Merck, Darmstadt, Germany, today announced detailed results from the randomized Phase III START trial of its investigational... Read Post
I worked in fashion for one whole year. I was hired in the midst of Fall Fashion Week in 2005, then a year later, I walked out the door halfway through Fall Fashion Week in 2006. I was done. More » Post from: TheGloss Read Post