Last week Friday I was walking down Rodeo Drive and stumbled upon a vision - the exuberant southern Italian variety - the windows of Dolce and Gabbana. Further investigation brought me into the boutique dressed to look like an Italian vegetable and fruit stand. Waiter swiftly offered fresh lemonade, small bites of delicacies and models showed off sexy fifties corseted dresses, circle skirts and straw bags fit for a red convertible and a winding road along some rugged coastline. I could almost hear Dean Martin crooning "Mambo Italiano". The collection is simply marvelous.
