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This morning I walked past the editor of French Vogue on my way to work (at least, I am 99% sure it was her, any self-respecting fashion lover such as myself should recognize Carine Roitfeld from five feet away and if it wasn't her, it was an extraordinary resemblance) and let me tell you, that's a moment of "Holy crap, what am I wearing? Do I look okay???"  It must have been all right, though, as I am sure I would have been reduced to a pile of rubble on the sidewalk had she unleashed her withering gaze of scorn upon me.  Whew!