“Vicky Tiel? Isn’t she dead yet?” The beautiful, slim young
woman pointed to the sign in Bergdorf Goodman’s couture
salon. She and her friend stopped briefly to inspect
a Vicky Tiel gown on display. They didn’t seem to notice me, the
designer, sitting nearby. In my white lace peasant dress and gold
platform sandals, I probably looked like another customer. Some
designers might have been embarrassed or angry, but not me. I
knew that being “undercover” could be instructive. Read more...
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