"These are absolutely the dresses those bitches would wear!" giggles Linda St. John, proprietress of D.L. Cerney, pointing to a rack of cotton jacquard frocks lavished with cherries and sporting red-and-white checked bodices. The bitches in question are those maniacallyadare we say robotically?acontent housewives known collectively as the Stepford Wives, who returned to theaters last spring in their trademark saccharine dresses and sweetie-pie hats. The offerings at D.L. Cerney straddle with grace the sarcasm-sincerity line: Though they would look fine over ripped jeans, they also display a fetishistic attention to detailapearl buttons, tiny ventsato satisfy the starchiest suburban matron.
If those twiglike days of youth are long past (or if they existed only in your dreams), then, gents, hie thee to that timeless oasis of masculine finery, D.L. Cerney. The proprietor--the dapper, charismatic Mr. Cerney, who is his own best advertisement--will help you choose a perfectly wrought pair of his Hollywood-waist trousers in supple tropical-weight wools, snappy gabardines, or crisp linens, of the sort that make almost any guy of a certain age look like a he-man movie star... More »