AT FIRST, AN invitation to the fashion show was enough, with front-row seats declaring your elite status. Then the secret after-party was the hot ticket, until a preview with the designer became the mark of a real friend of the label. Now you can’t consider yourself a true VIP unless you’re dining with Kazakh eagle hunters in the snowdusted mountains of Western Mongolia, attending a meditation ceremony at a mountaintop temple, and watching the sun rise from the sand dunes of the Gobi Desert—all on the
