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It used to be that the Project Runway show was the unofficial final of Fashion Week, but with the wind taken out of its sails by legal issues, it is only fitting that Ralph Lauren re-emerges as the king of this final day. We are at the scene and in our assigned seat, surrounded by all the top editors (who seem to have skipped out on PR in order to schmooze here). We won't be liveblogging this as we're sitting far too close in proximity to Anna Wintour and she might peek at our commentary, but stay tuned for our full review in due time.
Here's a preview: Everything is beyond beautiful, from the reception area with a gigantic floral arrangement to the wood runway to the three massive chandeliers overhanging it. We spy Blake Lively, Lauren Bush, Laura Dern, and of course The Sartorialist, Anna Wintour, the Elle Team, the Teen Vogue team, and what seems like every major buyer on god's green earth. We are suddenly very aware of our (lack of) societal status.