If fashion is a religion, one of its sacred shrines is an emporium that takes up a whole city block on Manhattan's Fifth Avenue, a store so venerated by devotees that a celebrated New Yorker cartoon had one matron confess to another, "I want my ashes scattered over Bergdorf's."
If fashion is a religion, one of its sacred shrines is an emporium that takes up a whole city block on Manhattan's Fifth Avenue, a store so venerated by devotees that a celebrated New Yorker cartoon had one matron confess to another, "I want my ashes scattered over Bergdorf's."
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