MEXICO Showtime for Henri
When a prim group of elderly American women visited his Mexico City salon a few weeks ago, plump Dress Designer Henri Chatillon disappeared into a dressing room, rustled out a few seconds later in a flowing black gown and a big hat. "I shocked hell out of them," he tittered, "but I did have a good time."
Chatillon has made customer-shocking a million-peso-a-year business. For half an hour before the opening of his annual fashion show last week, the Packards and Cadillacs of traditionally tardy Mexico City society matrons tied up traffic in front of his combined atelier...
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