We recycle. We reuse. Hell, we've even composted. Mother Nature lovers though we are (one caveat: We don't have that annoying disclaimer at the end of our signature), sometimes nothing beats the thrill of opening a thick envelope to find a card that's more keepsake, less a piece of paper. And, when it comes to New York Fashion Week — those seven days that make our mailman's biceps bigger—we've never loved the postal service more.
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