The devil wears Prada

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It is a truth universally acknowledged in the realms of television that one must look good. At all costs. With perfect make up. In all kinds of weather. And if it's the New York fashion week, honey, you'd better pull out the little silver labels from the closet. The devil wears Prada, and with good reason. Anything less at the Fashion Week would invite glares that would make NY winters seem positively cozy. Life is short, buy the shoes, says the shop front on 6th avenue. I make a note and boldly go, how no one has gone before, into the NY Fashion Week, without a single designer outfit. At the Hammerstein ballroom, Everyone-Who-Is-Someone is dressed in the classic colour. Except for the hip-hop brigade which favours white. But me, I'm in grey. That's neither here nor there. The horror, the horror. The Cristal keeps pouring in the....