The cell phones are snug in their quilted patent-leather Chanel holsters, an acre of knobby knees are crossed in anticipation, 100 tiny liposuctioned behinds perch upon ivory-cushioned chairs on the second floor of Le Cirque 2000: it's time for the Bill Blass show! This is Bill's penultimate offering— he's announced he's retiring in 2000— and he's holding it two months late: instead of presenting back in February with Ralph, Donna, and Calvin, he's showing in April, at the same time as the 28 virtually unknown designers who compose S.O.S. (South of Seventh), an upstart group that has organized a counter­7th on Sixth movement in lower Manhattan. Aside from the iconoclastic Geoffrey Beene, who is actually a member of S.O.S., Mr. Blass is the only establishment designer of a certain age... More >>>