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New York Fashion Week. I went, as an emissary of the scene, to New York to bear witness to this aggregation of the world’s greatest designers. Tightly clutching my borrowed camera, voice recorder and press pass, I strode confidently up to the Yves Saint Laurent tent in Bryant Park. My contrived ideal situation was promptly destroyed as I was turned away by the guard. The Fashion Week sponsors cannot insure student-affiliated groups or some such BS. There was no possibility of getting into any events.
I had just gotten my first taste of the exclusivity of the fashion world. You are...
