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I exit the elevator at the penthouse level. As I enter the apartment, the host of the party bounds down the stairs, shouting my friend's name. Him: aviators, open white linen shirt. My friend: modest blue shorts and a brown sweater, gorgeous, thin, well-connected. Me: high-waisted flower-print skirt I've had for 12 years, see-through mesh top, and an awkward grin. And the penthouse: Xanadu, if Xanadu were in the West Village. I feel I should have dressed more ... Read More
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