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"  Yesterday I committed a fashion felony. I was late to Jason Wu&amp;#039;s show at the St. Regis. Not late in a &amp;quot;fashionable&amp;quot; sense, but late in the horribly inexcusable sense. I wish I could blame Preen for running so far behind the hour before, but their sexy, dangerous, and overall bad-ass presentation made up for their tardiness. I wanted to blame the rain, which made catching a cab from 14th street to get up to the St. Regis next-to-impossible and caused horrible traffic, but the fabulous Anne Slowey somehow managed to get from one show to the other with ease. I think she has magic powers though, especially during fashion week. It was no one&amp;#039;s fault but the fashion gods. I jumped out of my cab and ran like a maniac down Fifth Ave (not easy in YSL heels) hoping that I could make the show, and as I sprinted up the stairs clutching my much-coveted ticket, I saw the lights dim and the doors close. The show began and I was locked out. In the hallway. Yikes.   As I tried to sneak away without anyone noticing me, two huge doors swung open behind me. Out walked a model, in head-to-toe Jason Wu. Then another. Then another. It turned out that the hallway was the passage the models used to get from the end of the runway back to the front of the runway. My corner of the hallway instantly turned into my very own front-row seat. I felt like I was dreaming. The little dresses were incredible: short and sassy without ever losing a sense of class and elegance. The models looked like dolls to me. A few of them even smiled at me as they passed by. I told myself that it was because they noticed how cute my very own Jason Wu outfit was (resort 2010). Now that I think about it, they probably just felt sorry for the weird girl standing by herself in the hallway. I am glad I fought the urge to high-five them as they walked by.  So of course I was a half hour early to Rag &amp;amp;amp; Bone, which some might argue is more embarrassing than being locked out, but I wasn&amp;#039;t going to chance it. Rag &amp;amp;amp; Bone never disappoints, because I find that it is fashion that I can actually wear, both on the street and in red-carpet settings. Whenever I don&amp;#039;t know what to wear for an occasion, I throw on a Rag &amp;amp;amp; Bone vest or blazer over a T-shirt and jeans. I love how they are perfectly shrunken without looking like they are simply too small. I can&amp;#039;t say that the baggy-crotched thermal leggings will find their way into my wardrobe any time soon, but they were fun to look at on the models. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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