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Eight days, dozens of celebrities, hundreds of runway shows, thousands of outfits, gallons of champagne—so maybe we should be thankful that anyone survived at all.
The talent at New York Fashion Week Spring 2016 has been off the charts, with oodles of models of more shapes and sizes than ever strutting both cutting-edge and comfortably familiar takes-on-tradition down the catwalk, and we will be so sad when it's over because...well, what's not to love about the glamour, excitement, the madness, the Yeezyness?!
But with the sartorial extravaganza winding down tomorrow, we're a little concerned about the event's high casualty count.
Apparently, the style has been so on-point this week, it's been stabbing people right through their hearts. So many fans, so many "dead" or "dying" from the euphoric experience of seeing the latest Marchesa bridal confection or Rodarte summer fur flounce down the runway.
In honor of the fallen who didn't let fear of the unknown or precariously high heels keep them from what they love, let us pay our respects to the people who were stricken with a lethal case of fashion envy and didn't quite make it through the week:
The plague even claimed a celebrity...