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September 5, 2010
Once upon a time on a sultry, moody September day, there was a sexy young stylist who arrived at Penn Station. It was the day before fashion week. He arrived with an army of black Tumi luggage (smart) and a beautiful vintage GG beige 70s Gucci overnight garment bag/luggage (not so clever). It was an item that he had owned since he was 5 years old, and had been given to him by his grandfather. Full of excitement and himself, he overlooked one’s first spet on dressing.
So, he stepped out of the station, he was welcomed by the beautiful sounds of New York City as well as a thick...
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