The world's best-dressed press corps, packing into Paris to tell women from Zurich to Zanzibar what they will look like this winter, jammed the wires last week with stories that were often contradictory, mostly incomprehensible to male editors—and almost unanimously ecstatic. For some 500 writers and editors who covered the fall showings of more than 30 top French designers, there were few opportunities to break sensational news, since fashion's shoguns jealously guard their secrets against leaks, force reporters who break deadlines to surrender the identity cards that serve as passports to the salons....
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