Fashion Week’s Dirty Little Secret: Laundry

PARIS — Past the plush Napoleon III sofas, through a forest of orchids and under the keen eye of doormen in pillbox hats, a guest crept out of the Ritz Paris hotel on a mortifying mission. The guest, dear reader, was me (while working on an article about the Ritz during fashion season some years ago), and this was not a walk of shame. With a lumpy bag humped over my shoulder, I was headed to a coin-operated laundromat, surely the first guest at this storied establishment to take out…

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