That Time I Rode the Elevator with Tory Burch

April 26, 2014 began as any other Friday might have.


I snoozed twice, back-combed Oscar Blandi dry shampoo through my hair and made my way to work to the tune of Daft Punk’s Get Lucky. A quick stop at Stumptown, my favorite local coffee shop, was essential. My head was pounding.

A few replays and many head-bops later, I turned the corner to my office only to see a particularly well-dressed, petite blonde woman gracefully exiting a black town car in front of the building. Or, wait — was she floating?

It can’t be,” I thought, mid-reach for the Gatorade in my bag. (Yes, that kind of morning.) “Not when I skimped on under-eye concealer and have my Nike Dunks on!

Shit. Holy shit.

It was.


Tory fucking Burch and I had arrived to work at the very same time that day.

I turned into the building and paused for an awkwardly long length of time in an effort to hold the door for her, pretending to be extremely interested in a message on my phone. (There was no message.)

Once inside the building — and at a loss for words, feeling utterly star-struck — I focused on cautiously placing one foot in front of the other, dedicating myself to the 40-foot walk from entrance to elevator.

“She has to take the elevator,” I remember thinking. She’s on the 11th floor — aka the corporate penthouse. God, I’m smart.

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I selected my destination (floor THREE, did she hate me?) and fixated a wide-eyed gaze on her Robinson satchel. I became aware that I wasn’t breathing.

Ironically, I’d fantasized about this moment the very day I set foot in the door at my new agency digs (knowing full-well that Tory Burch’s corporate office was in the building):

Hey, Tor. Love the spring line this season — the graphic motif on those Sullivan pants? SO on-point.” Or perhaps a calm-and-collected, “Just picked up a fresh pair of Reva flats. They’re, like, my favorite shoes. Hashtag ICONIC!

But, no.

No words were exchanged. I mean, what do you CALL her? Tory? Ms. Burch? Tory Burch?

I digress…

tory burch outfit, robinson stachel, tory burch promo code, tory burch corporate office

At any rate, she was dressed to the nine’s (head-to-toe in her label), colorfully-clad in mix of prints, pastels and metallic accents. I couldn’t find the actual items she was wearing on the site, but above is a very similar rendition of it.

Maybe next time, Tor. Until then, you better believe I’ll be timing my walk to work and turning the corner with an eager eye… That is, unless you read this and file for a restraining order first.


*Shop Tory’s Faux Look: Rimon jacket, Nicky striped cardigan (on sale), Mora blouse, Caleb logo earrings, Eliza pants, Metallic Careen loafers // In Tory’s Faux Robinson satchel: Super-chic sunglasses, Snake Eddie ballet flat, Amanda continental wallet, Robinson iPhone case

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  • Deanna G.

    Hahaha! I love this post. That is too funny/awesome. I would have been total star struck and wouldn’t have been able to say a word either– are you kicking yourself in the butt for not saying anything? Maybe you should stalk the building at that exact time next week in hopes she’s there at the same time again 😀

  • What a great Friday you had!

  • Umm… ur office is in the same building as TB. I die + seriously jealous 🙂 Sounds like NY life is treating you well. Miss your face 🙂

  • Haha this is HILARIOUS! I’ve gotten into the elevator with Anna Wintor a couple of times at work. I honestly contemplated getting out the first time because um, hello–it’s Anna, and that’s what happens in the movies. But I stuck it out–and didn’t breathe for a few minutes.

  • So amazing! She actually once held the door for me in that same building (I was interviewing for a position within her company) and I didn’t realize it was her until I googled her! So crazy! Celebrity sightings are just. too. cool.

    xox Lara

  • Hahaha this post just made my day! I would be freaakkiinggg out too!
    Next time you MUST say hi! lol


  • lol LOVE this story!

  • viv

    hahaha, this post is too good! I always see the A-listers when I look like a truck ran me over. Ugh!

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  • Amy

    I am loving catching up on your blog! (been out of it a minute) This is hilarious, I would have been the exact same way. It looks like you are having so much fun in the city! I am going to be there next week, haven’t been in a looong time so I’m really excited 🙂 xo

  • Kristin @ Living In Color Print

    Bahaha your commentary is hysterical. Hopefully you’ll have another opportunity to say hello and compliment her outfit 😉

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  • Hi! New to your blog but also a resident New Yorker “chasing the dream” or whatever. I have to ask, what agency are you with?

    • Hi! I don’t work at the agency anymore, but it’s called MRY. Not sure if you’re “industry-savvy,” but incredible group of talented, whip-smart people. x

      • i have a call with MRY tomorrow actually 😉 I work with Sibling Rivalry Studios.

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  • It reminds me of the scene in The Devil Wears Prada, when there’s that girl in the elevator at the start of the movie, and when Miranda Priestly gets in the elevator, she apologizes and gets out. Aha, and when it doubt, play it cool 😉


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