New Year's Eve

What started out as a simple New Year’s Eve party ended up out of control, on the streets, and in the gossip columns. My second assistant was jailed, the new interns were asked to do truly unthinkable tasks on their first day in the atelier, and Tako ended up running down the avenue in a vintage Dior gown originally worn in Godard’s À bout de souffle, temporarily on loan (but now clearly missing) from the Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I would go on and on about what happened. But New Year's Eve is so last year, non?

If I ever write a book, I'll include the whole story. Until then, let's get back to business...