The Fashion Dean

When invited for lunch chez Azzedine Alaïa — in his vast open kitchen at a big glass table — you never know who might show up. ¶ You can count on assorted coworkers — from the press office, ateliers and commercial department — and his gigantic St. Bernard named Didine, either snoozing on a bed in the corner snoring like a tractor, or poking his moist nose between the chairs in search of a handout.