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Where earthbound stars once shined inside shimmering couture gowns, September welcomes and is blurred.
A flurry of paparazzi, Toronto-style, is on the ready. Questions like “Who are you wearing?” defies all logic in the city where the people you bump into apologize for your carelessness. Four by four walls house stuffy rooms where Hollywood’s best are scrutinized and questioned. People once snaked for blocks attempting to view future blockbusters on this quiet street. The red carpets are rolled and neatly tucked away in this district that serves to entertain. The district impresses in a different way now. A few tourists snap themselves in special city bistros or beside absurdly beautiful theatres and structures that scrape the sky. And what is left of the party still sparkles like a well-lit box on King.