The deep mauve tint of the South Side Hills can only mean one thing: 
		it’s time to spit-polish the runways at the Hotel Palmer Hotel for the 	
		Mid-Atlantic Winter Fashion Extravaganza.  Backstage, a score of 
		eager new runway faces with an excruciating likeness to the old ones 
		were being studiously ignored by a gaggle of supermodel sensations, 
		while the biggest names in the industry bickered over money and sex.
	
		The Fuhrer of Fashion, Karl Lagerlout is back with a look straight 
		from the Russian Front.  The siege of Stalingrad meets the Marquis de 	
		Sade, with a discreet hint of Serbian ethnocide playfully thrown in as 	
		an afterthought.   Goose-stepping amazons in great coats stared 
		soullessly into the lights, giving a shocking sex appeal to the cruel new 	
		militarist woman of the millenium.  The nouveau riche damsels of the 
		Russian mafia were out in force, and they literally bathed Lagerlout 
		with suitcases full of American money.

Lagerlout:	You know, it’s so beautiful that fashion is back, and 
		youth and beauty, and you know, corruption is back and cruelty and 
		lighter tones and modern fabrics are so important now, and you know 
		death is very contemporary.  So I tried to bring all these things 
		together in my latest collection, and, you know, money is beautiful, so 
		I think this is something that everyone can be excited about.
	
	
NARR:		Seventeen year old supermodel sensation Anarexia looked 
		the perfect incarnation of a spent cartridge, wearing Clauswitz’s new 
		line of gray sheath, revealed beneath the delta winged tailoring of his 
		latest MIG dress.  
	
NARR:		And of coarse much of this season’s new offerings are 
		junk, heroin that is, as the Trainspotting phenomena is predictably 
		snatched up by the exemplary cultural parasites of couture.  Vichy 
		offered a line of retro misery, entirely in off-white. Jaundiced girls 
		covered in sores, staggered down the runway before nodding out.  In 
		an inspired touch Vichy had his models break in to the hotel rooms of 
		the fashion press to rob them and whore the streets near the Hotel 
		Palmer Hotel, all seemingly desperate for a fix and this scribbler says 
		they scored.  I’m L R H