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ne peek at a Windsor Smith room and you’ll feel the urge to slide into your monogrammed velvet slippers, stir up a highball and slip into your favorite tufted wingback before prepping for the evening’s festivities with your neighbors, Winston and Bitsy. So it’s quite the surprise that this East Coast country club fantasy comes from a dancer turned designer who grew up without much tradition to speak of. “I love tradition, because I really didn’t grow up with a lot of it. My people were pioneers, independents, adventurers, innovators. Tradition holds an incredible allure for me, despite that my chromosomal chart is that of a maverick.”
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