Behind the glitz of the runways and beyond the Anna Wintour-Nicki Minaj-insert-hottest-celeb-of-the-moment-here infested front row, there are the invisible faces of Fashion Week. They march to the beat of silhouettes and sacrifice themselves for the sake of fashion. Here are the faces you don’t find on Page 6, clad in Hermès or Chanel. They are instead wearing black attire and comfortable footwear. And they’re tucked away, backstage, steaming dresses, accidentally grazing models’s nipples while changing them at speeds of light, or rearranging chairs and handing out programs to guests.
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