During my not-so-long-ago economic salad days, I used to sit in a window on Fifth Avenue and gaze across the road at a mens’ clothing boutique called Bijan. Photo blowups of the eponymous proprietor, now dead, bespoke the “ne plus ultra” of a privileged man in a permanent state of shreiking happiness. Besides the place on Fifth Avneue, Bijan operated a Rodeo Drive branch reputed to have been the most expensive store in the world. Here, besides clothing, elite shoppers could buy his persona… (View original article)