Waking up, I walked over to the glass wall of my bedroom just taking in the cityscape. This city always had to be at the top of trends and I, Trenderhoof, made my duty to tell the rest of equestria about the upcoming fabulousness that Manehatten provided. Now among the great ideas were also many flops, so I have to listen to everypony’s ideas and decided which were cutting edge and which were just garbage. After taking in the scenery, I looked at my notepad to see what I had scheduled for the day.
Breakfast with Star Song (Upcoming pop icon?)
Lunch with Coco Pommel ( Designer on the rise?)
4:00 with Randy Bostlehoff (Has a ‘revolutionary’ idea?)
Dinner with Sun Blossom (Planning the Trottingham Festival)
I began to get ready to meet Star Song. I styled my mane into a neat swoosh, a style ahead of its time, and put on my famous green polo with orange trim that was custom made to match my cutie mark. Soon I was out the door of my apartment. Walking out into that streets, I took a fresh breath of the city air. Smells like inspiration. I hailed a cab and was on my way to Donut Joe’s, although not very classy, the atmosphere was friendly and the food fantastic. We arrived and I paid the taxi driver his wages. I walked in and gave a nod to Joe who returned it with a smile. I sat down at my favorite table and ordered my caramel low fat cappuccino. My drink came and as I began to take a sip, the bell above the door rang and Star Song came in.
After the interview with Star, I looked down at my notebook. I crossed off Star’s name, another flop. Walking out, I started heading towards Cafe Dulce to meet with Coco Pommel. Getting there, I walked in and gave a smile to Caramel.
“So who are you meeting today, Trend?” He asked in his usual routine when seeing me.
“A new designer, Coco Pommel, maybe you’ve heard of her?” I said while taking a seat, as Caramel came over with a menu.
“Can’t say that I have, but I’m also not an expert when it comes to the fashion world.”
“Well I’m hoping she’ll be the next hit since all my other leads have run dry so far," I said while pointing at the hay and squash soup on the menu and passing it towards him.
“Then I hope this interview goes well, good luck.” He said as He took the menu and trotted back to the kitchen where he began to bark the orders to the chefs. As I waited for the soup, Coco Pommel came rushing through the door. Disheveled and a bit winded, probably from running, she walked over to my table and took the seat across from me.
“So sorry about my appearance, I was running late today.” She said as she attempted to tidy her mane.
“Apology accepted. How about you order something to eat, you look starved, and then we start the interview.” I motioned to one of the waiters and he then came over handing her a menu.
“Ttthank you so much for tthis opportuunity.” Coco said shakily as she picked up and menu and began examining it.
“My pleasure.” I hope she’s not this nervous the whole time. Maybe after some food she would calm down a bit.
Well thats exactly happened. Before and during the food, Coco very shyly commented and spoke hesitatingly, but after dessert, she seemed to have calmed herself down. “So Miss Pommel,” I started as I began the interview.
“Coco is fine.” She interrupted. I let out a smile. She was now confident to interrupt me, good, that always made for an easier questioning period when the client wasn’t constantly filling their sentence with ‘um’s and ‘uh’s.
“So, Coco, where do find inspiration for your marvelous designs?” I had my notepad and pen ready to jot every word she said.
“Well I get inspired by this city.” She said as she looked out the window and a smile crept on her face.
“Which aspect of the city do you find most inspirational?” I asked trying to dig a bit deeper than the common city pony trying to make it big.
“Well what do you mean by aspect?” She said turning her attention back to me.
“Are you inspired by the structures? the nature? the ponies? Things like that.”
“Oh, well then I would have to say…. the feeling of the city. I know that sounds strange, but the very essence of all the things you said and all the things that make up Manehatten, ALL inspire me all at once.” I wrote down her answer. Could she have been more vague? Yet still, I understood what she was attempting to convey, this city has this mesmerizing charm which all the inhabitants have come to love. I myself always felt most inspired to write when in the city rather than when I was writing abroad. I realized something, I had been the ends of Equestria, yet I always found myself back here and feeling just as inspired as before. I wonder why?
“Do you think you will continue working in Bridleway costuming?” I continued with the interview.
“I was not planning to, right now I’m actually trying to get my name a bit more out there so I can sell my own lines.” I wonder how she hasn’t had her own line out yet, she was clearly talented, maybe not ambitious enough? But that didn’t seem right since she just broke away from Bridleway and was already trying to get her name out. So what was it?
“What did you do before Bridleway?” Maybe this would bring some answers, I hoped.
“Well, I used to be an assistant for a designer named, Suri Polomare. After I quit working for her, I got a job on Bridleway and have worked on shows there ever since.” An assistant? That’s why she never got her own lines, she was working on another pony’s.
“Do you know where Miss Polomare is now?” I had never heard of the designer.
“I honestly don’t know. I haven’t seen her since the end of fashion week two years ago. Ever since, I haven’t heard a word of what became her.” So she worked for a fashion flop yet came out on Bridleway, huh. I glanced over at the clock across the cafe. 3:15?!?! Oh no I had to rush over to Liberty Island to meet with Randy, oh but I felt like Coco would actually lead me to a good story.
“Well, Coco, I have to be off to meet somepony, but I’d love to get another interview with you, when are you free?” I grabbed my notebook and glanced down at my calendar as well.
“I’m free all day Tuesday and Thursday, and Friday afternoon.” I looked over and she had a planner she was looking at. Well organized, nice.
“Well then how about we meet at Central Park, Thursday morning?”
“Sounds perfect.” She said jotting the appointment down with a big grin painted across her face.
“I’ll see you Thursday. Goodbye Coco.” I said as I left some bits on the table and galloped out. I ran as I tried to get to the ferry on time to get to the island. As I neared the dock, I saw the ferry still there. Whew. I quickly boarded and soon it was off toward the Statue of Liberty.