Customs Hunts for Louis

When I land at the airport this afternoon, I get grilled by customs. "Why were you in Europe for so long?" "The fashion shows." They glance at my for
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When I land at the airport this afternoon, I get grilled by customs. "Why were you in Europe for so long?" "The fashion shows." They glance at my for
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When I land at the airport this afternoon, I get grilled by customs. "Why were you in Europe for so long?" "The fashion shows." They glance at my form, which says I've bought $140 worth of clothes in France (true, one pair of shoes, at Bon Marche). And they don't believe me. "No handbags?" Asks the guy. I shake my head. "Really?" he continues. "No Louis Vuitton? No Dior?" He says it with a thick Queens accent, "Di-owwwh." "Accessories are too expensive in Europe because the dollar is so low," I answer. "And also, I'm so sick of shopping. It's not fun when it's your job." This is not quite true, but it's easier than explaining what's really right: That when the runways are full of what's next, you can't bear to settle for what's now. Anyway, eventually they let me through. Uma Thurman is in front of me at the baggage carousel, with a white Prada tote, plain except for the logo, this season. I wonder if she declared it. Then I wonder if it's easier to get cocaine across the border than the new Fendi baguettes. I guess yes. --FARAN