33 One-Sentence Reviews From New York Fashion Week

Man Repeller’s famous (in niche circles) one-sentence reviews are BACK and better than ever (I predict), so floss your teeth and tie your shoelaces, my elegant mongooses (just Googled and the plural of mongoose is regrettably not “mongeese”). We’ll be whipping up dispatches like they’re the fashion week equivalent of egg whites, occasionally light on actual fashion but perpetually heavy on the spice that is LIFE ITSELF–the emotions, the celebrity sightings, the subway delays, the elaborate snacks, the joy of staring at the back of a familiar head, etcetera! This page will be updated once a day, every morning, with the prior day’s insights and observations, so don’t forget to check back. See you in the comments.

Day Seven

Michael Kors

Michael Kors runway

Orville Peck performed at Michael Kors!!! I didn’t know who he was until my older brother commented on my Instagram stories, following a showdown of Who Wore it Bests wherein he (unwittingly) and I competed in a battle of the suede fringe jacket; he (my brother) was expressing enthusiasm because I was in his (Orville Peck’s) presence–but anyway, the clothes: same old, great, dependable Michael Kors and, I have to say, a jolt of inspiration for me and getting dressed after a week of feeling pretty uninspired if I am being perfectly upfront; the collection was like a cross between Richard Gere’s 1980’s style and the English countryside where Princess Diana probably parked her horses–I think I’m really going to lean into it, starting tonight with a blue button-down shirt tucked into a pair of wool khaki trousers, tucked into black riding boots. Same old great dependable Michael Kors meets my same old great dependable closet. —Leandra

Marc Jacobs

Marc Jacobs runway

Woahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Full story on this forthcoming. —Leandra

Day Six


Khaite runway

Have you ever been to a bar on the Upper East Side? Many underage residents of the neighborhood frequent the haunts that speckle the city blocks from Lenox Hill to Carnegie but none of them would wear any of these clothes—not to frequent those bars, at least (a leopard print, bubble-hem mini dress is far too elevated for such debauchery)—but take the uptown youth, whether de facto of the neighborhood or not, off the Upper East Side, throw her into the gallery district of Chelsea where nightclubs used to come alive between the hours of 11 p.m and 4 a.m. and you might find the same kind of energy these clothes evince: a budding woman, rebellious by every mean available to her, still ingratiated in a world she’s sure she’ll break away from. How else could you explain the prints and teeny tiny shorts and electric kitten heels? Of course, what we think we know at the end of our teens and into our 20s is rarely what is true, and if the rich suede coats and screen printed scarf blouses, delectable tapered trousers and perfectly prim totes styled to offset the tough edge of the rest of the collection indicate anything, it’s that you can’t ever really take the uptown out of the girl. Even, I should say, if she’s never been there. —Leandra

Eckhaus Latta

Eckhaus Latta runway

At Eckhaus the editors always sit second row to the cool kids—which probably makes sense, since the brand has never been interested in bowing to the establishment (shit… am I the establishment?), with its consistently hard-to-parse, almost trendless collections and shows located in hard-to-reach locations—but this was my worst seat at Eckhaus yet: I was not permitted a front view of any outfit, only the side, and only for a quarter second before it was whisked away, and at this I had to laugh; the signature knit tops and vinyl pants and going-out dresses were literally inaccessible to me, but maybe they already were—in the end I had no choice but to be impressed, even as I questioned where my seat would be next time (somewhere in the East River?). —Haley

Gabriela Hearst

Gabriela Hearst runway

A huge wheel of Parmesan was placed at the center of two large tables filled with food at the entrance of Gabriela Hearst, a plea no doubt to feed the attendants of her Fall 2020 show with more than just fashion, though I should say these clothes skew less fashion and more just, clothes (a difference I’ve had at the top of my mind this week), thanks to the dependable one-and-done long sleeve open neck dresses and overwhelming nubby knit robes. —Leandra

Day Five

Oscar de la Renta

ODLA runway

9 p.m. is very late for a fashion show to begin on a Monday night in the middle of February but I’m not here to complain, or sweep rain, and honestly, some clothes really do have the ability to perk you the hell up; the first time that happened last night at Oscar de la Renta was in response to a black blazer with floral embroidery in the right corner, taking the place of a prom corsage for this grown up attempt at embodying the modern woman, and lest I forget her silk charmeuse scarf! Flowing like butter on a pan, or whatever. Then there was the larger than life mullet skirt—black tie to be sure but flipped on its head, thanks to a pair of thigh-high duck boots in leather (though there were examples of these shoes in velvet too) and finally—finale!—the feathered-skirt velvet-turtlenecked dress to end all red carpet commentary. Where were you at the Oscars? —Leandra

Puppets and Puppets

Puppet and Puppets runway

I came into the Puppets and Puppets AW20 show knowing very little about the indie label— having only taken some brain space to ponder the name: Why “Puppets and Puppets”? Who are in the first set of puppets and who are in the second? What kind of puppets are we talking? Harling, Eliz, and I congregated in a ballroom in Midtown and ogled the crowd of obscenely cool, young artist types—this was not your usual editor/buyer fashion show fare. The looks themselves, kicked off by a full priest habit with a twist (a cookie belt), were worn by a who’s who of young New York creatives, like Danny Bowien, Caroline Polachek, and Richie Shazam. They included but were sure as hell not limited to: a nude “power mesh” body stocking and merkin thong worn by a pregnant Alexandra Marzella, a spandex leotard with a space hood and Tiffany blue horns, and a velvet princess hat with an 11-yard organza train. My mouth was agape for the duration, but was met with a smirk near the end because I love shit like this. I love when artists say to fashion week “Guess what? How about this.” How. about. It. —Amalie

Proenza Schouler

Proenza runway

I was a little distracted by the conversations I struck up with Emily Ratajowski about the difference between being an only child and having siblings (she is the former) and Eva Chen about her Carnegie Hill mom outfit (tapered ivory trousers and a light brown sweater with kitten heels) to really sink my teeth into the 8 p.m. show that was Proenza Schouler, but the lamé tank dresses smacked me right back into reality, if only to admire the flapping wings hanging onto one such number as if a backpack that doubles as a very luxurious sleeping bag and another set wrapped around the model. Sometimes you just need a hug, you know? Oh! And per the shoes, did you ever have those plush shower flip-flops at camp that were like walking on marshmallows? They’re designer heels now. #Blessed. —Leandra

Veronica Beard

Veronica Beard runway

You know the blazer in your closet you always wear for a day of important meetings? That sweater that never gets put away (all hail the dumping chair) because you always want to wear it? The pair of simple but flattering black pants that never let you down? The one coat you constantly reach for even though you have several? Those are the types of clothes that Veronica Beard showcased today—styles that don’t intimidate, but always impress. These are clothes that make you feel glamorous and comfortable at the same time—a balance perfectly expressed by the crystal fringe embellished LBD that a pregnant Hillary Rhoda wore to close the show. —Elizabeth

Carolina Herrera

Carolina Herrera runway

I woke up this morning when Austin’s very early alarm went off with one of the biggest emotional hangovers of my entire life born, no doubt, from too much sugar and too little rest courtesy of my action-packed weekend, so I pulled a pillow over my head and went back to sleep for another HOUR, which felt positively decadent, and definitely put me in a better frame of mind to step inside the refined, white-carpeted world of Carolina Herrera–even from the very back row. I apologize in advance that my brain wheels are currently greased by wedding thoughts, but please join me in ogling one of the most perfectly ethereal white dresses I’ve ever seen. In non-wedding observations, I can’t wait to recreate this excellent alt-black-tie outfit idea: black trousers and a white button-down with a dramatic bustier layered on top. —Harling

The Row

The Row runway

What do you expect from The Row if not the most subtle styling tips to apply either to the wardrobe you already have or the one you’d like to imagine—here are the basics: balaclavas are going nowhere but they are now way more subdued; if you want to pair a blazer with an overcoat, make it a single—not double—breast; yes, you can wear sandals as boots, you’ll just need the right socks; and if you’ve ever felt like you can’t be both a navy person and a brown person, think again!!!!!!!!! Maybe don’t pair both with black in the same outfit but heather camel is fair game. —Leandra

Day Four


Chromat runway

If you asked me last week if I thought I’d spend Sunday night at a place called #RiseByWe, a gym operated by WeWork, watching a strength-training session, its participants dressed in ROYGBIV gradients reminiscent of the Speedo one-pieces you may have worn to swimming lessons as a child, I probably would have said “no” and moved on pretty quickly. But life can surprise you sometimes. So there I stood last night, underground at the Chromat show, watching models like Kimberly Drew and Alok demonstrate how it’s done (all in service of “protesting the exclusionary gender binary that has come to define the Olympics”), completely envious of their spunky energy and flexible range of motion in the face of a steadily creeping Monday morning. —Edith

Collina Strada

Collina Strada runway

This season’s Collina Strada show took place at The Dance, a new(ish) nightclub formerly known as ”that place where I had a weird time on my husband’s birthday.” I was excited by the prospect of rewriting this association with some help from Collina Strada, but, as luck would have it, another “weird time” was had. The clothes themselves were true to what Collina Strada is known for—they were easy-to-wear, environmentally-friendly pieces that echo the sentiments and political fixations of the moment. This time, though, designer Hillary Taymour took a sunny approach to the topic of global warming, sending her models into the show’s garden set wearing bright prints and carrying rakes, hoes, and spades. Reception in the audience was subdued, as viewers were either too packed into the small space to murmur amongst themselves or, more hopefully, mulling over how to best process this steamy hothouse vision of the future. The best moment of the show was when Paramore’s Hayley Williams closed out the evening with a powerful performance of her new song ‘Simmer.’ Everyone stayed seated to watch until a collective groove took over the room–proof that clothes are always only one part of getting the bigger picture. —Ruby

Sies Marjan

Sies Marjan runway

Have you ever owned a pair of real Dutch clogs? I’ve had like ten pairs (of clogs) over the years but none have actually been Dutch and I’ve never even known I want a pair until a parade of men’s looks from Sies Marjan’s Fall 20 range marched the runway on the 59th floor of a building with floor to ceiling glass windows overlooking New York. They were paired with gold-accented denim and a trench, one white pajama set with small floral renderings printed on it (my look to be sure) and on the women, more delicate pairs combined with chunky socks and the most gorgeous shades of yellow and green and pink and beige. Sometimes I wonder: what’s the difference between color and Color. It’s Sies. (Can I call it that?) —Leandra


Bevza runway

One of my biggest sartorial frustrations is when a shirt doesn’t tuck properly. Another is when a long vest or coat or blazer constricts me too much OR bunches up against whatever I have layered underneath. At Bevza, designer Svetlana Bevza considered it all: the long shirts had side slits up to the models’ hips. A brown button down was tailored on the sides so that you could tuck it in the front without it looking bulky or like a weird unintentional tail. The blazers had cuts in the back so that they flared out to give them a touch of femininity. It was like Bevza read all the “dressing struggle”-related comments on Man Repeller and then designed a collection to solve for everything. THANK YOU. —Elizabeth


Brock runway

There are two kinds of people in the world, those who pair navy with black (nee Phoebe Philo) and those who pair brown with black (nee Miuccia Prada)—Brock is the latter and what you get as a result is this, like, deeply feminine, romantic collection of clothes that Harling described pretty perfectly as “Little Women but make it fashion.” Today the models wore layers of embroidered tulle over their faces and hair, tucked back with their ponytails to create a sort of “sporty bride” head. Their brown suede not-quite-knee-length boots, which were flat, signaled my burgeoning-trend-o-meter because they were the same practical height as the ones I saw at Tory Burch this morning. One styling tip I’ll take away blends a thin leather waist belt with a silk scarf, rolled up really skinny to tie above or below said belt, leaving a pointed end at the middle point, peeking out from behind. And as for that white gown? Someone! Anyone! Please. Host a garden wedding. —Leandra


Area runway

I was the first in line (a first and likely a last) for the Area show this morning, hosted at the Africa Center on 109th St and Fifth Ave, the interior of which could be aptly described by a 2004 David Byrne song I’ve been listening to this week called “Glass, Concrete, & Stone.” Through the big, brutalist windows, you could see passersby with strollers and kids and big winter coats looking in and considering the spectacle from a slight remove: What were they thinking about the clothes (and the robotic, synchronized way the attendees watched them through their phones)? Were they surprised by when the model revealed a heart-shaped cut-out in the back of a short dress? Did they wonder about the hair, styled in a ponytail wrapped around the models’ necks? What struck me about this show was how it could outfit and appeal to so many different people—those who prefer full coverage or those who tend toward the scantily clad; those in search of a quintessential 90s going-out-dress and those who covet something with a strong sleeve; those who like a sheer tight or those who opt for a bare leg; those who want their clothes to do some of the talking, to break the ice, but leave them room to do the rest. —Edith

Tory Burch

Tory Burch runway

Welcome to Sunday morning at Sotheby’s during fashion week, where the espresso beans are Sant Ambroeus-branded and the runway show is also an art installation featuring human-size candelabras. I should tell you that I was seated next to two of the stars of Cheer, and everyone was losing their shit! They were both wearing full Tory Sport looks, and one of them thought her hair looked terrible but I can assure you it looked great and the pink sweater/skirt combo in the triptych above was there purely because they both mentioned how much they loved it. Anyway, here are a few things I picked up on: strapless garments are coming back, and we’re being asked to wear them with boots; the best coat option for next winter, if you are not interested in a cropped, low-key aviator-inspired style to pair with your skinny jeans and thigh-high, drawstring boots is 10/10 a robe coat; square-toe shoes are coming back in a more mainstream way—sorry denizens of the Lower East Side! And finally, an army green sweater with electric red trouser pants tucked into embroidered pointed toe boots appears to be the simple styling template and color combination no one wanted to see coming but we will, no doubt, be taking. I can lead if you want. —Leandra

Day Three

Laquan Smith

Laquan Smith runway

I would give my left arm to someday possess half the glamour of the Laquan Smith woman. The utter sex appeal of this show!!! Texture, big boots, and bodycon ran amok, or, I guess, catwalked. Strutted. It reminded me of the runway shows of the 90s where the women were so bodied and the walks were so luxe that all you could do was stare slack-jawed. Wish I could have grabbed a pair of quilted puffer boots or metallic pants on the way out as everyone was clearly off to continue their elegant, sexy party and I was off to inhale a bowl of pasta. —Amalie

Ulla Johnson

Ulla Johnson runway

Ulla Johnson is known for her satin, crotchet, and lace garments, but for me, her show this season was all about the accessories. Long gloves and scrunched knee-high knit socks paired with sandals and corset belts complemented the clothing well and showed the versatility of the designs: wear your floral dress to work with a blazer and then swap it for a corset belt and sexy long gloves on a night out. For my purposes, I’ve now figured out a warm enough way to walk the Williamsburg Bridge in a dress once again: just add a tall knit sock! —Elizabeth

Sandy Liang

Sandy Liang runway

The energy at the door of Sandy Liang was somewhat manic–a slew of shivering humans waiting in line to get in, and frenzied publicists scrambling to write people’s seat assignments on notecards as quickly as possible. Once we made our way inside and sat down–on a row of benches inside the lobby of Stuyvesant (a public high school in Tribeca)–it was as if the room let out a collective sigh of contentment, and that’s before we even saw the clothes! Which were good by the way, and markedly different from the brand’s prior collections, erring on the side of pared-down (save for a few eyeball-patterned pieces) and firmly conjuring the realities of an actual woman’s wardrobe instead of simply the runway version of it. I’ve always enjoyed Sandy Liang’s collections, but this one felt like a tangible turning point–a demonstration of her ability to the streamlined mood that is permeating the industry at the moment, but not without sneaking in a little human anatomy while she’s at it. —Harling


R13 runway

WHEW! Fun fact about me: I thought I was a punk in my youth. I wore platform Doc Martens and heavy eyeliner and leather jackets and smoked CIGARETTES (sorry mom!), so I can say with certainty that 2009 Amalie would have flipped her little lid for this R13 runway. And the sweet thing is: I think that tiny punk bird still flutters inside my heart, so as I watched these comically large bowler hats and chunkzilla shoes and oversized jackets that could fit three grown men in them thunder down the runway, I felt alive in a way that I haven’t in a bit. There’s a 50% chance that in 3 years, I return to my roots. I’ll probably be wearing R13. —Amalie


Hellessy runway

I spent the majority of the Hellessy show looking at the models’ feet, which–before you accuse me of being the pervert that I 100% am–were the style star of the show. There were monochromatic pairings of white or black socks and delicate lace-up sandals corseted over pants (reminiscent of this trend that Harling Ross forecasted back in resort season). The clothes themselves were a field day of silk, velvet, brocade, and tweed all harnessed by effortless designs. Catch me wearing this oversized sweater someday soon, playfully slapping everyone I know with the sleeves. —Amalie

Susan Alexandra

Susan Alexandra runway

Susan Alexandra’s show invite this year described it as a musical, but even when it opened with a splashy musical number I was still convinced the term was being used loosely. Absolutely incorrect!!! This was a full-on 30-minute original musical worthy of Broadway. Starring a mix of comedians and actors I recognized from her past presentations, it followed a semi-autobiographical story about Susan gathering the courage to open a store in Soho. Damn, I can’t figure out how to explain this without making it sounding dumb, but the truth is it was the coolest and most creative show I’ve seen in the eight fashion weeks I’ve attended. Nobody could stop smiling. The songs are in my head! Fashion week is so often about spectacle, and this was definitely that, but it was also different in that it actually offered more than Instagram fodder (in fact, it didn’t really translate via iPhone at all). It felt almost vintage in that way. The prevailing feeling as everyone walked out was that it couldn’t have happened anywhere but New York. —Haley

Christopher John Rogers

Christopher John Rogers runway

This evening marked my second time sitting in front of a Christopher John Rogers runway, and once again it was evident that this former up-and-comer has fully and completely arrived—as evidenced by his power to put on a show with the kind of qualities I fantasized about before working in the industry: a great soundtrack, literal smoke, fun lighting, clothes so dramatic they make your breath catch in your throat, and a crowd that freely whoops and cheers with every modelesque flourish. And most important of all, nothing felt overwrought, or piled on simply for the sake of a compelling Instagram—it was a genuine expression of joy and artistry, right down to Rogers’ show-stealing final bow. —Harling


Tibi runway

At the Tibi presentation (which was chock-full of clever references to air travel–from neck rests that double as coat collar decor to airport-branded socks), I ran into the brand’s president Elaine, who started talking to me about the experience of decorating an apartment. “You really have to seek out stuff that’s fun to look out but super practical at the same time,” she said, and we both locked eyes and knew exactly what the other person was thinking: Tibi. Tibi! The reason it appeals season after season is its ability to harmoniously combine these things that are so often at odds with each other, and this new collection was no exception–with beautifully tailored pants, skirts cut in swaths of structured fabric, sweaters rendered in the perfect shade of “oat milk latte,” and shoes that look like black-tie versions of airline slippers. —Harling

Adam Lippes

Adam Lippes runway

Oftentimes fashion shows are either about having fun or trying to solve problem, but rarely both. At the Adam Lippes show this morning—where breakfast and some of the best berries I’ve eaten all winter was served—corporate dressing problems were addressed with playful aplomb. The wrap-around runway, which was the path between tables at the new Verōnika restaurant upstairs at Fotografiska (which apparently has a long reservation waitlist), featured models wearing extra-long flared sleeve lurex tops (the kind you can push up your elbow while you type), the pointiest blazer shoulders possible (that can still fit under your commuter coat), and ruffled shirts peeking out of sweater collars (the plain white shirt’s delightfully weird older sibling). It was a show that answered the oft-ignored but evergreen question: “How can I have fun getting dressed for work?” —Elizabeth

Day Two


PH5 runway 2020

Walking up to the Ph5 presentation, located at the Standard Highline, I was almost blown away, literally, by a freezing wind tunnel on West 13th Street. Maybe appropriate, because I soon entered a warm room with a digital mountainscape as its backdrop and models wandering around in various cold-weather gear, like an incredible recycled boiled wool twinset, a dainty cotton shirt layered under a ski suit, a fresh take on a balaclava, girly socks paired with hiking boots, patchwork cotton puffer jackets, and hemlines with ski slope curves (as Mallory noted in our Fashion Week Slack channel, “the era of gore-tex-chic really is upon us”). Hot cider in clear glasses was served alongside the collection at a bar looking over the Hudson River, and design duo Wei Lin and Mijia Zhang were milling around chatting with everyone, answering questions, catching me taking a selfie with a model in my Ph5 cardigan from FW18. Only part of the collection was on view, but you can see the rest on (and you should, bc it’s goooooood). —Elizabeth


Priscavera 2020 runway

In the belly of midtown, a small but elegant library was the backdrop to PRISCAvera’s runway show, which was a mix of grunge and street and intriguingly quiet style. Juxtapositions! I was perched in a balcony section with Sabrina overlooking the scene, where we watched the show’s edgy attendants, who all seemed to hug and know each other. Then, the grand finale! The final circuit of models arranged themselves for display in the library stacks opposite us, all dressed in muted colors accented by small shocks of pink or neon, and without fail–a pair of Nike sneakers. —Amalie

Rag & Bone


At Vesey Studios—a new venue that’s waaaay over on the west side close to the Freedom Tower, but near zero immediate subways, FYI—Rag & Bone showgoers sat in a dark room on risers. Beverages were served in dimly lit kiosks around the perimeter of the space, like at a concert. The lights were extremely low and remained low throughout the entire show, with models illuminated only by spotlights. Sitting next to my seat mate, show beer in hand, I witnessed slouchy sturdy boots paired with slip and long knit dresses, oversized plaid shorts paired with tall boots (you heard it here first!), and sleeve cuffs hanging wayyyyy past the models’ wrists. Looks were cozy and comfy: fair isle knits and flowy ponchos, and my favorite, sheer black tights paired with open toed platforms and … sneakers!! This entire collection said “well-dressed cold-weather commuter-wear” and I’m here for that. —Elizabeth


Monse 2020 runway

Calling all fans of the uneven hemline, still riding the side of the 90s train that was highly inspired by English punk, feeling experimental enough to affix both safety pins and crystals to their tights: I have the fashion show for you! Monse, held on Wall Street at 6pm yday (I’m writing this from 6 a.m. the next day, fyi) had a ton of tartan baked into suiting, lots of mens tweed, a hodgepodge of both those aforementioned safety pins and crystals and Eva Chen, dressed as a #stickofbutter in the front row, was wearing a newsboy cap. —Leandra

Day One

Christian Siriano

Christian Siriano Fall 2020

The red (actually, pink) carpet leading to my first Christian Siriano runway show was almost more exciting than the main event, seeing as it was loaded with celebs like Heidi Klum, Tan France, Alexa Chung, and Rachel Bilson just rubbing elbows and talking about celeb stuff. The clothes themselves—punk and candy-colored—told me that if you thought the aughts were exempt from the 20-year nostalgia cycle, you’re entirely wrong, but that’s okay because the coup de foudre of the evening was watching Leslie Jones absolutely lose it over Coco Rocha walking in her Siriano couture. —Amalie

Rachel Comey

Rachel Comey

You gotta picture this scene—we’re at La Mercerie (a swanky-ass restaurant attached to a store that sells the kind of furniture that decorates lofts and park-view apartments), which is directly next to Stadium Goods on Howard and Mercer and a group of no more than 60 people (including Molly Ringwald and Cindy Sherman!!) are seated around six-ish tables when Mx Justin Vivian Bond (a transgender artist and downtown staple) takes the stage, or at least podium, and starts to sing “You’re So Vain.” Then out walk a bunch of fashion looks on models who are also Interesting People in the World, but the show’s not done yet! After the first group of models complete their traipse, an SVP at the Center for Reproductive Rights promptly takes the microphone and first asks us if we like her dress (it’s Rachel Comey), but mostly she’s there to talk about a Supreme Court rally in DC on March 4th, which causes my table to charge into a conversation about abortion rights until Mx JVB comes back out to sing again and show us more clothes (camp socks and boots r the thing, btw, and so many unexpected sparkle trims are peeking out of knitwear; there’s also slightly acid-wash denim, in jumpsuits and pants and jackets, which, duh). Then! Aminatou Sow talks about friendship and it is so heartwarming and she’s wearing kooky glasses that make her look so cool and this fitted checkered Rachel Comey dress from a season’s past. She says, “Some of my best memories have occurred in Rachel’s clothes” and I swear I’ve just fallen in love with her. By this point my table is wrapped in a conversation about the Iowa Caucus and art funding and the trim on a sweater we all just saw and just before the final tableau of models is to show, it becomes so obvious that this is what fashion week 2.0 should be like because at its best, this is what life is like: a bunch of different people, from different lives, with different perspectives, in a room, talking about stuff they care about, in clothes that make them feel strong. —Leandra

Photos via Vogue Runway and Getty Images for NYFW: The Shows

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