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How many guests can get up from their seats after a fashion show, glide directly into a black-tie-gala, with royalty present, and stand a very good shot at being belle of the ball?
At Richard Quinn in London, there were easily a few dozen, filing into the Dorchester hotel ballroom with skirts far too bulbous for the tight seating, their shoulders ringed with giant satin rosettes at high risk of being crumpled.
The show on Saturday…
