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News like this always worries me. When Cavalli and Versace start designing subdued (!!!) clothes for hedgies I get a desperate need to lock down another $500mm infusion of capital pronto and find it hard not to lend at least some credence to naysayers preaching of the hedge fund "bubble." The good news, however, is that maybe this new trend will tone down the effeminate rainbow that has been painting men's collections in recent seasons brighter than it ever has since the eighties.
Incidentally, highly recommend reading page 2 of the article for those with a cursory, but developed, interest in fashion. Dsquared and Jil Sander looking good for '08

clipped from www.nytimes.com "HEDGE funds, hedge funds, hedge funds,” Richard David Story said before the Ferragamo show on Sunday when asked to account for the current mood in men’s fashion all pitched to a guy with both a high net worth and a 30-inch waist. To judge from all the $700 cotton poplin trousers (Bottega Veneta), $250 flip-flops (Hermès) and $20,000 satchels in matte tobacco crocodile (Tod’s) on offer, the fractional-jet-share crowd has coffers so deep that there’ll be plenty left over for chronographs or John Currin paintings. That Bottega Veneta man — lithe, young, carefree in his moneyed assurance — seemed to be everywhere. He was spotted at Roberto Cavalli’s unexpectedly restrained show held in a cavernous disco near Linate Airport wearing not the leopard spots and junky rocker paraphernalia one expects from this designer, but instead the subdued suits and the slouchy suede driving shoes favored by the Maserati crowd. He appeared again in shiny trench coats, knife-slim suits and a muted palette at the Versace show, designed this season by the Russian-born Alexandre Plokhov, formerly of Cloak. Another avatar of the hedge-fund hottie turned out at Valentino’s brand-consistent presentation, notable as usual for natty Roman tailoring styled in a way that is often more than a little bit campy. Wasn’t that double-breasted white jacket nipped at the waist once a uniform of sorts among the high-end gigolos populating the piazzetta in Capri?