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Initially, the report of food being slowly reintroduced to the Fashion Week mannequins made us feel warm and fuzzy, as if there were some hope for humanity around Bryant Park. But then we realized that the results could be disastrous:

a visit to bryant park around 3pm was predictable enough - thumping, horrible house music, hungry ladies obscured by a cloud of smoke (marlboro reds no less- apparently, you don't fear multiple rounds of chemo as much when you have fabulous hermes and pucci scarves to tie around your balding head)- when out of nowhere three stocky mexican men push carts of - gasp! - food inside the back entrance to the tents. and not just sushi and salad - actual cold cuts and bread! i can see tomorrow's Post already: "New Yak: plumbing system crippled by massive torrents of vomit."

Seriously, this is bothersome. These skinny bitches have come way too far to break down and start eating now! Toughen up, ladies, because Narcisco Rodriguez sure isn't going to hire a quitter to strut down his catwalk.
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