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While the average 24-year-old was contemplating how many nights a week he could call ramen “dinner,” Alexander Wang was readying his fifth (!) collection for Fashion Week.
So he’s a little farther along on the career track than most of his peers—CFDA nomination, check, Vogue editor in front row, check—but he still parties like an art student, with his school friends. Right before his show, despite endless fittings, hair and makeup tests, and so on, Wang rented a full-size, fully loaded party bus for his California-high-school–Parsons-art-school crew and ran around town until the wee hours. Because success is only fun if it means you can buy Hooters T-shirts for the gang.


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