I am doing this petition on behalf of myself and some of my fellow Covet Players . As we do enjoy the game and we play daily, we think there are a few adjustments that are needed and a few ideas we have came up with to make the game a lot better and more enjoyable to play.
We understand all these ideas and changes cant be made all at once but we would love to see the game improve and see our ideas be put in the game!As players we do have a different outlook of the game as we probably spent quiet a lot of time and money on covet fashion. And as we do like working to our next level up ( which is quiet a long and hard time consuming process ) we do think some of these changes and ideas will benefit the game without taking the fun and difficulty out of it . We would appreciate if you took into consideration our ideas and feedback for The game,
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It's so much more organized!! Please visit that wiki and do not use this one! Admins are no longer active on this wiki and you will not be able to find relevant information easily. Unfortunately, there's not a feature to advertise fashion houses on the new wiki yet, so you'll have to do that on the subreddit linked below. In attempts to advertise and support the use of the new wiki, please refrain from adding comments, blog posts, edits, or improvements to this wiki. Any questions can be directed towards the Covet fashion subreddit (linked below).
Special thanks to u/LydiaBennett, u/Mystical972 and u/TheFanshionista, who have put in literally hours and hours of work to help make this new wiki happen. Many thanks, as well, to the small army of volunteers from the Covet Fashion subreddit (linked above) who have contributed tables, text, images, and resources. This has been a labor of love, from and for the fan community.
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It was a miserable, rainy, and windy Friday afternoon, but despite how badly the J, M, and D trains did not want me to make it to the Badgley Mischka studio in Midtown, I was in their dressing room, tits out, squeezing myself into a dress. I was trying to find something I could wear to Saturday's New York Fashion Week runway show. After I zipped myself up, I immediately heard a coo from behind me.
"I like that better than the other one," one of the assistants told me. There wasn't a mirror, so I sincerely had no idea what I looked like. The last dress I'd tried on was a highlighter yellow off the shoulder cocktail dress, and I thought it looked pretty great. But why settle for "pretty great?" The entire reason I was there was to embody the fantasy that Covet Fashion offers.
"I think that's one of the most special things about Covet is that we really do bring women together," Fuchs said. "I have a story about a fashion house in England. This one woman was playing and she told her Fashion House she was going to have to stop playing. She was going to have to drop out of grad school. It got too expensive and her circumstances had changed. Her Fashion House started a Go Fund Me for her. I get goosebumps when I tell this story, because then she went back to grad school and she's still playing Covet."
With me in the showroom was the winner of a recent contest that Covet held wherein the winner would visit New York and attend the Badgley Mischka runway show. The winner, a diminutive older woman, told me she'd never been to New York before, and that the night before she and her daughter caught a Broadway show. She actually found out she won while sitting at a salon getting her hair dyed, and screamed out loud in the chair. At the Badgley Mischka showroom, she was grinning ear to ear. The next day, she insisted on taking four or five group pictures of me, Christine, Sarah, her daughter, and any and everyone else she could pull into frame. Watching her joy was infectious. It made it hard to be cynical.
The feeling of not belonging is very strong. On most days, I don't wear makeup or do much of anything to my hair, and while I love dressing up I usually just wear T-shirts and jeans. I stopped shaving in about 2012. It isn't that I dislike fashion, I'm just lazy. The morning of the Badgley Mischka runway show, I got up at six in the morning to get ready, and by the time I got to Tribeca I still hadn't fully woken up. I don't even hate fussing over myself like this, I just hate the idea that it's expected of me. I stopped shaving my legs because it was such a boring task, and I no longer wanted to feel like I needed to fix my body in order to be attractive. Fashion as an industry can very easily peddle the idea that you are wrong in some way in order to sell you the cure. I know that it doesn't have to be like that, that it can just be about self expression and creativity, but I also was a girl in middle school who was bullied because she wasn't allowed to wear makeup.
That said, when I put on an outfit that I truly adore, I am confident in a way that I don't feel otherwise. To look good, know you look good, and also feel good about it is as close to feeling drunk as I get since I stopped drinking. Sometimes conforming to a beauty standard is the quickest shortcut to getting the kind of attention and respect men get automatically. When it comes to holding up a beauty standard, though, if you're in for a penny you're in for a pound. If you're willing to shave off your pubic hair and get a $50 manicure every two weeks in order to be respected, then on some level you're now helping to enforce those beauty standards.
On the day of the runway show, it was very, very cold. As soon as I stepped outside my eyes started to water from the frigid breeze. I was dutifully wearing the dress I borrowed, but it was cocktail length and as I waited in line to enter Spring Studios I swore my calves were going numb. When I finally did make it inside, the kindness of the fellow guests surprised me, though they were all very amused when I say that I live in Brooklyn. The woman I sat next to, who told me she works for Fox Business, asked where the VICE offices are, and when I said Williamsburg, replied, "How edgy."
I don't want to be a snob, though. Being in a room full of women who are all telling you how beautiful you are is the dream. While I was waiting for the elevator, I asked two employees for directions and they ended up taking pictures of me in my dress, which I styled with a lavender beret, fuzzy black coat, thigh high stockings and nude heels. As I walked down a staircase, a gaggle of models walked past and one shouted out, "I remember wearing that dress for the lookbook! So fun!"
"There was a time when women dressed so, so beautifully and they did every day. So it was just par for the course," Mark Badgley, co-founder of Badgley Mischka, told me backstage before the show. "That's why we get such a kick out of doing these kinds of clothes. Women don't dress like this every day. You just can't, you know, but when they do, it makes them feel so great."
Yet I'm also skeptical of this kind of aesthetic messaging. It is easy to present the appearance of doing good while you're actually only empowering yourself. I watched the idea of feminism become a commodity throughout the 90s, sold to me in the Spice Girls's "Girl Power" movement, and I know that empowerment isn't something you can buy. While it's good to fight battles, you also have to consider who you're fighting for. As I conducted all my interviews, I recorded them on my phone, which has a Bernie Sanders sticker on the back of the case. The whole time, it felt like something everyone in the room politely didn't mention.
The dress I selected for the Badgley Mischka show is not too dissimilar from the kinds of things I gravitate to when I want to dress up. It's a sheath dress that's covered in iridescent sequins that rustle loudly when I walk in it. It looked like I was covered in mermaid scales and it fit me like a glove. Mark Badgley and James Mischka complimented me on how I wore it and styled it with my glitter eyeshadow when they saw me. I never want to take it off, but I know I'm only borrowing it for the day. My journey into the world of fashion was temporary, and despite how welcoming everyone was, I knew that I didn't belong. I was daydreaming about my cat in Brooklyn, a borough that I don't find very edgy at all.
As I left Spring Studios, it was like I could feel something sealing off behind me as the door shut. Before last weekend, the closest I could get to Fashion Week was Covet, through its catalogue of designer clothes and accessories. I was content playing backseat driver to the larger industry. Feeling the energy of it, dressed in a costume that made me look like I belonged, lit up part of my brain that doesn't see a whole lot of action. I love clothes, I love beauty, and I can fake being comfortable in social situations for up to an hour at a time. What if instead of leaving, I stayed?
The tag of the dress that I am wearing has a suggested price on it: anywhere from $220 to $400. When talking to the people who work for Badgley Mischka, I hear over and over again that they design for every price point, though the lowest number they ever mention is $200. The dress that I was wearing also cost more than the out of pocket doctor's visit and prescription for Tamiflu I just put on my credit card. I am lucky in that I could, if I wanted to, buy a $200 dress, but it would still mean that now there is something else that I won't buy in its stead. A $200 dress might mean cooking at home exclusively until my next paycheck, or asking my boyfriend to spot me for dinner. I don't know how much money I would have to make until $200 is money I'd just be able to blow on something. Or maybe I'd just have to be someone else, someone whose experience wasn't formed by those constant trade-offs and worry.
Costumes let us try on those different personalities. This Fashion Week, thanks to Covet, I was able to try on the personality of someone who went to runway shows. Wearing it, I got a taste of the kind of confidence that's suggested when you see those models gliding down the runway, beads glimmering in the midmorning sun. I wish everyone could feel that way, and that it didn't come with a price tag or a sense of conformity to other people's standards of beauty and presentation. I think that's what Covet offers: reassurance that you can learn this language, that you could fit in this world if you wanted to. But in the end, after hanging up my dress in its garment bag back at my apartment, I decided it was fun for a day but overall, I don't have the energy to be the kind of person who dresses to be seen all the time. I had already changed back into my sweatpants, opened Covet Fashion, and started a new challenge listening to the hum of my purring cat. 152ee80cbc
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