By  on June 1, 2009

MOSCOW — On Friday, Naomi Campbell was wearing a czarist-inspired outfit and perched on the balcony ledge of a ninth-floor presidential suite here. Behind her, jutting from roofs, were gold onion domes and red Soviet stars. Makeup artists buzzed around, their feet almost over the edge of the precipice.

“Paparazzi, there, there, on the roof, I see them,” she suddenly cried.

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