I’m freelan… An entrepreneur. Okay, I’d like to think that I’m still freelance, but when you look at what I posted last week, it’s clear things have really changed. And since three many of you asked, here’s…

24 hours in the life of a Garance Doré, 2012 edition.

I wake up early. I hear my iPhone alarm 45 minutes after it started right at 7:00, hop out of bed and get on the same jogging pants from 2007 my yoga outfit.

Right after I take a quick look at Twitter drink a big glass of water, I do my daily 45 minutes of reading the ingredients on the back of the box of oatmeal of yoga and meditation totally synched up with Gwyneth Paltrow.

It’s 8:45 am and our employes are about to arrive. I have to put my best foot forward and lead by example on the road to success.
I keep daydreaming looking at Tumblr hop into the shower and put on a super cool chic outfit for my role as inspiring yet friendly boss.

It’s 9:00 and I’m still in my jogging pants ready to go on the starting blocks. Emily, my assistant, arrives with a big smile and her Starbucks mug and reminds me that I have a meeting.

Ah, Shit! Awesome! I totally forgot am totally ready: I’ve carefully prepared an outfit comprised of the first clothes I see in my closet that’s perfect for a spokeswoman such as myself, perfect hair, in knots brushed and ready, powerpoint by Emily that I of course forgot on her desk know by heart and off I go into the new and exciting day.

Whether I’m shooting, in a meeting, or brainstorming or totally paralyzed by all these ing words, I’m super productive until around 1:00 pm.

It’s time for lunch. Everyone knows that when you’re a career woman, you have to use every lunch to network. So every day I network with Scott someone different, just to keep filling my belly address book.

After lunch, I make my way back to the studio. Did I not mention that? I don’t have an desk. Nooope, I’m too disorganized creative for that.
I work sprawled out on my couch wherever inspiration leads me. Scott, and everyone else at the studio finds it super annoying inspiring.

They love to find traces of my total mess my incredible creativity strewn about everywhere. Hard drives, jump drives, drawing pads… With me, you never know when you’re going to slip on one of my art pens I’m going to start expressing myself through art.

Around 4:00 pm, I start stressing myself to death because I haven’t even started my post for the next day getting myself together for one of my many projects. I’m always super last minute super ahead of schedule with my blog, and that makes me as hysterical zen as can be.

To get my energy up, like all New Yorkers, I’m a big fan of the cookies from Grey Dog (500 calories) green tea.

At 7:30, everyone is still at the studio and I start trying to shoo my employees out. It takes them about a half hour. I don’t know why they love staying at the office so much but maybe it has something to do with the calming hysterical energy that I communicate throughout the day finally taking effect.

I calmly remind them that I that they all have lives, that even if they all love what they do, going out helps to keep you connected with the pulse of the world around you.

That said, I close the door behind them, hop into Scott’s arms and put on a movie, perfectly chill, and totally oblivious connected to the pulse of the world around us.

Translation: Tim Sullivan