Calvin Klein takes his final runway bow at his fall 2003 show. Photo: Marcio Madeira

Many years ago—before the turn of millennium, if I’m not mistaken—I was in the elevator at 205 West 39th Street and Calvin Klein himself got on. I was a market editor at Women’s Wear Daily at the time and I could not have been more excited if Brad Pitt , a guy Calvin was frequently dressing in those years, was my fellow passenger. I didn’t say a word, I could barely make eye contact. By the time I had seniority enough to review a Calvin Klein show, as I started doing in 2005 when I joined Style.com, Calvin had retired.

And, so, despite the fact that I grew up on Calvin Klein ads and that he didn’t just shape what I thought of as beautiful, he actually propelled me into the world of magazines and fas

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