Typically the end of a recession is declared by the National Bureau of Economic Research. But this time around, Fashion Meets Finance made the call.
Fashion Meets Finance (FMF) is a group that organizes mixers between men working in finance and women working in fashion. The target male for a FMF event works at Goldman, makes high six figures, and desperately wants some arm candy. The target female works at Bloomingdale’s, earns a pittance, and desperately wants a sugar daddy.
What joins the two: coke, perhaps? Usually. But with FMF, it’s a mutual superficiality that brings the groups together. The Flyer for an upcoming event says it perfectly:
THE RECESSION IS OFFICIALLY OVER! It’s not even just Goldman reporting profits.
2008 was a confusing time……The uncertainty caused panic which caused irrational decisions - there’s going to be a two year blip in the system where a hot fashion girl might commit to a pharmaceutical salesman (this is so much worse than the expected guy selling mortgages at JP Morgan Chase convincing a fashion girl he’s actually in finance).
Fashion Meets Finance has returned to let the women of fashion know that the recession is officially over. It might be a year before bonuses start inflating themselves again, but it will happen. Invest in the future; feel confident in your destiny. Hold on. It will only be a couple more years until you can quit your job and become a tennis mom.
If that doesn’t just sound like the best darn time ever, check out this testimonial!
The last FMF event I woke up in New Jersey…yet I live in Manhattan. Really, how does one manage to cross water on a Thursday night?
I can’t begin to speculate about the logistics of crossing water on a school night. But I can speculate about what happened on the other side. I bet it involved:
- An ill-fitting Magnum (just so he could say “Hey babe, can you pass me that box of Magnums?)
- 5-10 minutes in front of a large mirror
- Cash exchange
- A long, bow-legged walk back across the water (How does one manage to cross water on a Friday morning!?)
Everyone who has RSVPd is listed on the website, along with their company, title, and salary (yes, they actually listed their salaries). I took the liberty of downloading this 400-person list into Excel and would be happy to send it to anyone who is interested. Just post your email in the comments.
Personally, I intend to use this roster of Fashionistas and Financiers as my own personal blacklist.





To read Part I of this series, click here
I was mid-way through my last semester as a master’s degree counseling psychology student at the University of Pennsylvania. Term papers and finals were closing in. For my professional development class, in which topics such as multicultural competence in counseling, community mental health, ethical care and private practice were covered, I had to choose a term paper topic. The professor asked that our topic be important to our professional development and not have been covered extensively in class.
Sitting in my cubicle each day reminds me of the movie Office Space and the line about how humans were not meant to sit in cubicles all day, staring at computer screens. That statement really hits home because that is literally what I do all day. I know I shouldn’t be complaining; having a job right now is something to be thankful for. But sometimes I feel like up and leaving the job and I know I’m not alone.
If you get the Hendrix reference in this article’s title, then you’re probably the target demographic for this post.
