When I arrived at the Gardiner Museum, I was greeted by Canada’s most daring menswear designer. I had no idea he was involved with this business, but he was upset. He said that with the economic downturn, he could not comply with payment terms. He begged for an extension into next season. Since he is a dear friend, I agreed and let him go.
That was a mistake.
When I returned home, my favourite David Dixon cocktail dress was shredded and strewn about my condominium. Lady Miss Angora was cowering in a corner. Now I have seen the darkest side to the Fashion Mafia. How could such stylish women carry out such an act of violence?