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I wake up as late as I possibly can. The first thing I do is hit the snooze button. I love the snooze button— it’s really a drug. I give myself maybe half an hour before I have to be out the door. One of my assistants gave me a T-shirt that says ‘ sorry i’m late’. After I’m up, I check my phone just to make sure that no emergencies have arisen, and then I pick out clothes for my son, Beckett. He definitely has a preference for cashmere—I’ve created a monster. Then I have coffee: Strong, but half milk. I always drink it iced. My favourite thing in the world is coffee ice cream, so I try to get my coffee to taste as close to coffee ice cream as I can. I do my makeup in about five minutes, and I get dressed in about three minutes. I definitely don’t have a work uniform. The idea of a uniform is like a slow and painful death to me. There is nothing I like more than getting dressed. Sometimes Beckett picks out my shoes. The only thing is, he’s got a one-track mind. I have these flat shoes, Christian Louboutin, with spikes all over them. If left up to him, I would wear them far too frequently. I go with probably month rotations for my bags. Right now it’s a Céline mirror-metallic bag. But honestly, the bigger the coat pockets, the better. I like not having a purse. For beauty products, I swear by this woman, Aida Bicaj. She does my facials, and she has this stuff, called Biologique Recherche, that’s changed my facial life. Genetically, I was not gifted with good skin, so I need all the help I can get. I take Beckett to school in Brooklyn and then head to the office. It’s about an hour and 15 minutes all in. We take a car service, which is nice because I get the morning ride with him. At the moment he’s doing this thing where I have to drop him off at the curb, and he’s like, “Mommy, don’t kiss me—it’s embarrassing.” I’m like, “What? You’re six!” In the car, I try to catch up on e-mails and make sure I see Women’s Wear Daily and the New York Post— I get everything on my phone. I travel light, probably too light. I just have my wallet, glasses, keys, and iPhone. That’s it. When I get to work, I usually touch base with my assistants, Nichole and Wendell, but they would tell you that’s not the case. My preferred mode of communication is silence! I get probably 200 or more e-mails, and more than 100 texts a day. I check my Instagram far too much, like in the middle of meetings, which I need to stop doing. It’s so sad. The overarching theme here is no bullshit. The first day the intercoms were being installed at the J. Crew offices, I was like, “What the hell is that?” But it’s awesome. Mickey Drexler, J. Crew’s CEO, is sort of like a fireball of kinetic energy; he has more energy than my six-year-old. He had the intercom installed, and he uses it mostly to make sure he can get someone immediately. He’ll say, “Jenna, dial 001,” and you know wherever you are, even in the bathroom, you can hear you’re being paged. Sometimes he just uses it to pipe in bad music. The other day he played Come On Eileen, which he’s

really into. I hate that song.