Lights dim, projectors whirred (in reality we were outside but use your imagination), and suddenly we were no longer in Paris but at a mid-century drive-in theater, complete with popcorn in hand.
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We were completely jet lagged by this point of our trip and the thought of a 9:30 a.m. show on such a cold and rainy morning felt like torture. But as I looked out the window that morning, I found myself feeling sorry for the models and production who had to be there hours prior. The least I can do is to show up and enjoy the fashion. When we arrived, my colleague started the morning with the comment, "Did I just die and go to heaven?"
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