ST. JOHN AND DE SOLE?: As if there wasn’t already enough speculation surrounding him, Domenico De Sole turned up at the St. John Knits’ sales meeting Monday at the Four Seasons in Newport Beach, Calif., mixing business and pleasure. De Sole, former chairman and chief executive officer of Gucci Group, is a pal of St. John ceo Richard Cohen. The pair engaged in a question-and-answer session in front of about 200 sales reps and executives, which led some to speculate that De Sole might join St. John’s board. A company spokeswoman declined to comment. Board chairman Jim Kelley said De Sole wasn’t on tap to serve, though he added, “He’d be awesome.’’
THE POLO DIET: A great perk of working at Polo Ralph Lauren’s 650 Madison Avenue headquarters — and there are said to be many — has been the daily breakfast free of charge for all employees. Now, it seems the days of bagels, doughnuts and fresh fruits are gone. Effective last Monday, breakfast was pretty much toast — pun intended. One staffer said the breakfast, which was served at 650 and 980 Madison Avenue, was nixed in fairness to some of the other Polo offices around town, which never had that benefit. A Polo spokeswoman declined comment.
There were even rumblings that the staple peanut M&M’s bowl at the company’s sixth floor reading room wasn’t going to be replenished, but thankfully, those rumors proved to be false. “I can’t imagine they’d abolish the M&M’s,” quipped a staffer. “If so, it’d be the end of an era.”
DOWN-HOME, UPTOWN: All the Bergdorf Goodman regulars showed up at the store Tuesday night to fete CeCe Cord’s new spring handbag line — store president and ceo Jim Gold, Helen Schifter, Nina Griscom, Blaine Trump, Celerie Kemble, Dennis Basso, Carolyn Roehm, and, of course, Damon Dash and his bodyguard. Dash was there “just following her around,” he said motioning over to his wife, Rachel Roy. “But, yeah, I come here a lot. Her line is here so I come to make sure it’s selling. I did some research here, too, when I went into the suit business.” The shoulder-to-shoulder crowd mingled to the bluegrass sounds of C.C. Adcock and the Gumbo Ya-Yas, a band Cord invited up from Louisiana. “I thought the name fit,” she said. Waiters passed oysters Rockefeller and vodka martinis that had a pickle green tint from the pepperocinis floating in them. Not surprisingly, one guest found them “a bit strange.”