The winning move at Paris Fashion Week is chicness. (Imagine!)

A t Friday’s Yohji Yamamoto show, we were all crammed like sardines in the front row. The conditions were retro: “This really is the old way,” said New York Magazine’s Cathy Horyn, to whom I was giving the world’s least erotic lap dance. In the late 1990s, when Yamamoto was the prince of cerebral Pa...

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