Word: coats
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...jobs in November. "There is a huge disconnect between the headlines and reality," says economist Ed Yardeni at Oak Associates, an investment firm. "It's a prosperous world." But in the consumer's mind, nothing trumps job security. Reuben Kuruvila, 26, of Atlanta, plans to spring a fur coat on his wife. "I really can't tell what the economy will do," he says, but adds that he expects a decent raise after completing management training at the hotel company where he works...
...majority of the year. I really didn’t like sun to begin with, and spending my time in 80-degree weather wearing a skirt and tank top these past five days reassured me of that. I’d much rather wear a big puffy coat that makes me look like a marshmallow, and knowing that I might catch frostbite as I walk to class in the snow each day brings added excitement to my life...
THERE IS AN APPROPRIATE SEASON to wear a fur coat and, as Gilles Mendel learned, an appropriate moment to open a fur-coat salon. Mendel chose the wrong moment. In 1870 in Paris, Mendel's great-great-grandfather launched a line of furs prized by Russian aristocracy. But in 1995, when Mendel opened the first J. Mendel outpost in New York City, the fur industry was under siege from animal-rights activists, and women who donned a mink in midtown Manhattan risked being pelted with red paint. To protect the windows of his Madison Avenue store from being smashed overnight...
...most Milanese traditionally settle into a nice plate of risotto. But inside the Dolce & Gabbana flagship store on Via della Spiga, the mood is frantic, with shoppers young and old slapping down credit cards for the label's signature $2,900 pin-striped pantsuits and $3,500 fur-trimmed coats. It seems there are not enough salespeople to handle the traffic, so Alberto Addis, the store's visual merchandiser, is lending a hand, greeting two women who have wandered past the acres of shiny black-glass walls and Murano-glass chandeliers into the leopard-print VIP room. They...
...Hugh Sidey I knew at TIME was endlessly genial. He'd come by the Washington bureau long after his "retirement," always dapper in coat and tie, to see "what's happening." "How are we doing?" he'd ask, actually wanting to know about those of us still in the trenches and to get caught up on the latest gossip. He'd always have plenty of it himself, often providing delicious tidbits that had eluded those of us covering the Oval Office. When I had questions about the Bush White House, I'd often run them by Hugh...