This February, while standing outside the Collina Strada fashion show in New York, a young woman wearing a red bomber jacket, a matching set of devil horns, and silver leather pants strutted up to the wall of photographers and let them snap pictures of her. She was wearing sunglasses, and her face was covered in glitter. When a passerby stopped to ask for her photo, she posed as if her life depended on it.
Once inside, I scoured the audience looking for her, but the woman was nowhere to be found. She’d either dressed up to crash the show, and failed, or just shown up to have her picture taken by paparazzi.
