There's nothing quite like Miami Swim Week. Far from the atmosphere in New York and Paris, where fashion editors dressed in all-black uniforms furiously type on their iPhones while sitting front row, the check-in at one of this past week's beachside runway shows was like the velvet rope at a hot new club. Showgoers, dressed in six-inch stilettos and microskirts, sipped cocktails while house music blared from loudspeakers. And yet that was still nothing compared to what walked the runway. From no...
There's nothing quite like Miami Swim Week. Far from the atmosphere in New York and Paris, where fashion editors dressed in all-black uniforms furiously type on their iPhones while sitting front row, the check-in at one of this past week's beachside runway shows was like the velvet rope at a hot new club. Showgoers, dressed in six-inch stilettos and microskirts, sipped cocktails while house music blared from loudspeakers. And yet that was still nothing compared to what walked the runway. From no...
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