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site of the now-shuttered historic bookshop Foyles, featured gender- fluid British country house classics. (Copies of Virginia's Woolf's Orlando on each chair took the place of gift bags.) But if the hoary atmosphere and the drawing-room ensembles had a distinctly vintage air—Mary, Edith, and even poor dead Sybil, would be right at home in these frocks—that was where the old-world vibe ended. Mere moments after the show, the Burberry store on Regent Street exploded with excitement. My colleague D., who has a waif-like physique, a fierce intelligence, and an addiction to Snapchat, nearly killed himself on the slick cobblestones, running between the raindrops to avail himself of a pastel pink velvet hacking jacket and a voluminous ruffled pirate blouse. I didn't join him. At least not that night. Much as I love a Downton-worthy dressing gown, I guess at heart I am still that girl on the beach, comfortable with the waiting game, needing at least a minute to think about what I want, to wallow in my desires, to let the stuff that dreams are made of capture my imagination. But that can change! After all, was I not the last person in New York City with seven TV channels when the rest of the town had 700?? Do I not squeal with joy when I get a phone call on my Apple watch? So it's probably just a matter of time until I add See Now—Buy Now to my shopping repertoire. And who knows? By then, the words of the late great Carrie Fisher may ring truer than ever: "Instant gratification takes too long." 62 BAL HARBOUR KEVIN TACHMAN/ TRUNK ARCHIVE Backstage at Chanel Haute Couture 2016 collection