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Veteran fashion writer Lynn Yaeger, blogging for New York Magazine, was not happy with her seat at the Diane von Furstenberg show."Even though I used to swear I would never be one of those jerks who makes a fuss about her seat, and that any seat would be just dandy for me, I am in row six at DVF and can only observe the top two-thirds of the models’ outfits, which appear to favor panne-velvet animal prints and big plaids. But don’t trust me; I can’t really see anything from where I’m sitting. In fact, when Di comes out at the end of the show and stops halfway down the runway to kiss a ringletted person sitting next to Barry Diller, I think maybe it’s her daughter — but it turns out to be Diana Ross." [The Cut]