In our 39-year history (face it—we’ll never admit to 40), we’ve gone home with more than a few notables. In 1976 Truman Capote invited us into his leopard-print lair to talk Proust and sex. We crawled into bed with Betty Catroux in 1974. And in 1993, on the eve of auctioning $20 million worth of his antiques, Hubert de Givenchy surveyed his Parisian hôtel particulier with W in tow. “Having things, only to put them in the basement, or buying a painting just to hide it, that’s nonsense,” said the designer. “You have to live with them or let someone else do it.” Here, a look back at lives well lived and homes well furnished.