"Did you ever think one day I would be showing my fourth collection at Fashion Week and you'd be modeling in my show?" Designer Carrie Hammer's green eyes are glowing, and she's pinching my arm. No, I did not think any of this would ever happen. And we're not dreaming. Carrie and I are in her apartment in NYC's West Village. It's a quirky space: the front door is painted to look like a Chanel No. 5 bottle, rooms are robin's-egg blue, and there's a six-feet-tall fork decal on her kitchen wall. Sh...
"Did you ever think one day I would be showing my fourth collection at Fashion Week and you'd be modeling in my show?" Designer Carrie Hammer's green eyes are glowing, and she's pinching my arm. No, I did not think any of this would ever happen. And we're not dreaming. Carrie and I are in her apartment in NYC's West Village. It's a quirky space: the front door is painted to look like a Chanel No. 5 bottle, rooms are robin's-egg blue, and there's a six-feet-tall fork decal on her kitchen wall. Sh...
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