A knock at my door. An elegant woman. The flash of a diamond-encrusted revolver. A silent limousine ride to the airport and into a luxurious private jet. I do not know where I am headed, but I am traveling in elite style that is beyond my usual sophistication. I must be on my way to meet the Fashion Mafia. I do hope my Denis Gagnon dress is appropriate attire in which to wear at one’s own kidnapping.