What's old is now more wanted than ever. DuJour uncovers the ecstasy of high-end consignment shops—with no shame required
Every time I enter a swanky soiree in the dead of winter, I half expect a hushed, snooty voice behind me to whisper, "OMG, there goes my coat!" This is because my Russian sable darling, my pride and joy, used to belong to someone else—a wealthy dowager or maybe a ...
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