"First off, it has nothing to do with dressing like a real peasant. It is not about wishing you were a serf," says Valerie Steele, a fashion historian and the curator of the museum at F.I.T., When she's asked what she thinks about the glut of peasant blouses all over town these days, a phenomenon not seen since the Mamas and the Papas were on Ed Sullivan. There are Woodstock-worthy blouses in the windows of the J. Chuckles at Grand Central Station, utterly transparent and tagged at $14.99; in the vaunted corridors of Saks Fifth Avenue, there are even peasant pants, heavy white twill trousers by Miu Miu that have rich faux-Mexican embroidery outlining their pockets. "These styles hark back to an idea of innocence and romanticism," says Steele, but lest you think the buying public is longing to look... More >>>