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COPYRIGHT 2006 All rights reserved. Reproduced by permission of The Condé Nast Publications Inc.
At a dinner held for Raf Simons, the reclusive Belgian designer, in New York the other day, the guest of honor was seated across from a human butterfly. The butterfly--actually a mannequin wearing a messy white wig and Technicolor wings--was supposed to be Andy Warhol. Simons was supposed to be the life of the party. It was a role he assumed reluctantly: for the past ten years, Simons, who designs for his own labels and was hired last year to be the designer for Jil Sander, has avoided public appearances.
The dinner was held at a Barneys warehouse, on Ninth Avenue, amid a jumble...
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