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| | Preparing for the Costume Institute Ball - A Military Invasion Run by Vogue and the Met |
 | | You are cordially invited to watch Anna Wintour, Karl Lagerfeld, and a cast of thousands as they prepare for the most excessive, obsessive, competitive, stage-managed, micromanaged, luxurious, fabulous party of the social season: the Costume Institute Ball. |
 | | Wolkoff is out the door and shouting-distance away, a phone on each ear, manipulating 700 Post-it notes—a socialite Bobby Fischer—but in Wintour’s office all is calm, a self-important hush. |
 | | She plans this party with the help of Emily Rafferty, the similarly smooth-tempered well-kept president of the Met, and Vogue’s Wolkoff, who, tall and clear-eyed, is a popular member of what Wolkoff calls “the socials,” the Upper East Siders who are happy to pay for their tickets. |
| www.newyorkmetro.com /nymetro/shopping/fashion/features/11894 (569 words) |
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