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First of all, I'm going to let you in to a little secret and destroy the illusion that fashion week is nowhere near as glamorous as it seems in the movies and magazines. In reality, it's a lot of standing around, caffeine-fuelled early mornings, rejection by the bucket load, and, if you're doing it right, a lot of work. The front row seats are few and reserved for celebrities and industry experts who have worked their way to the top through years of hard work. More than likely, you'll spend your first season crammed at the back between hundreds of other bloggers and journalists, stretching to get a good view of models over a sea of cell phones and cameras. If you're lucky, you might get a spot on a bench near the back, which feels like heaven after hours of standing. But don't get disheartened, as magical things can happen if you're in the right place at the right time and we've still got the paparazzi photos and goodies bags to show from the time we were rushed forward to fill a couple of empty front row seats at the Savoy.