The pink Emilio Pucci dress was the first piece of “logo” fashion that I ever bought. I drove with my friend Idanna Pucci from Cambridge, where I was at the university, to Florence. I fell in love with the Pucci prints and managed to scrape enough Lire together to buy one dress. That night, Idanna took me to a party in the hills above Florence. I wore the dress and the whole evening was magical— the moonlight, the Cyprus trees, all these dolce vita people. With my small knowledge of Italian, my conversations with the glamorous young men went something like this: La luna e magica! Molto romantico! This was met with a rather dramatic response and I was soon dodging two gorgeous men at once. I was never sure whether it was because of my Italian or my dress!