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In case you had any confusion over whether or not Fashion Week turns our city into a post-apocalyptic planet populated purely by celebs and pseudo-celebs, allow Michael Musto to clear things up for you:

The next night, it was the Heatherette show that was packed, and so were my ears with extremely vivid dish. It turns out Paris Hilton wasn't even supposed to model in the show, she was just going to watch, but at the last minute, she changed her mind, so they took an outfit away from Kimberley Stewart and let Paris flaunt it instead. But the socialite-author became the rip-ee when she lurked backstage in the finale outfit as downtown diva Amanda Lepore paced the runway, everyone waiting for scheduled star Naomi Campbell to arrive. Sly Naomi finally showed, so they ripped the ensemble off Paris and gave it to her, and I hear Paris was actually all right about it. (Literary triumph tends to make one quite serene, as I oughta know.)

Paris Hilton? Amanda Lepore? Kimberley Stewart? Naomi Campbell? Clothes-snatching? The sheer bitchitude of this item has put us on the edge of a collective aneurysm.
La Dolce Musto [Village Voice]
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