For a fashion writer, everything just seems right in the world when PFW starts again. It’s that kind of mixed up, anxious, slightly queasy, excited endorphin rush that I used to get from carnival rides, but now get from an interesting print combination. And I am happy to have gotten that feeling last night when I walked though the giant doors of building 10 in the Vigor shipyards for the opening night of Portland Fashion Week. An untraditional kickoff, the week di...

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