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COPYRIGHT 2006 Fairchild Publications, Inc.
It's four o'clock in the morning, and the party is still going strong at a fashion designer's downtown loft. A leggy It girl in a minidress is bopping to the music like a pogo stick, a fashion heiress is smoking cigarettes on the balcony with her Los Angeles friends, and a blond supermodel and a rock-star wife are chatting with a European prince. But the real action is in the dark back office, where several women in frothy floor-length gowns and gentlemen in tuxedos are huddled around a desk. Pushing...
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