After the trek up five flights of stairs into the brand new venue for this year’s fashion shows, Laura Lee Laroux is… nowhere to be found. After a search of the bodies milling around the half-finished floor, still covered in construction dust, she finally appears. She’s perched on a folding chair – amid a scattering of them from the previous night’s crowd – watching the makeup artists hone their craft on the volunteer models. If it weren’t for her tight, bright blonde curls, she would be unrecognizable in a brown hoodie and jeans. Her current garb is a sharp contrast to the handmade, whimsical costume she donned two nights ago at Eugene Fashion Week’s opening show.