A few months ago, as spring clothes were just trickling into stores, a friend visiting from London described with great relish a dinner she'd had at a private club with a trio of young Richie Riches and their chic wives. "And what were the women wearing?" we asked, visions of slashed McQueens and floaty Stellas and clown-princess Gallianos dancing in our heads. Our friend snorted. "All three of 'em had on Jimmy Choos, jeans, and ratty... More >>>