There once was a man named Berardi,
Who was called to make frocks for a party;
A couturier who resides,
On the Upper East Side,
With a clientele young, fab, and hearty.
The man caused a bespoke sensation,
With each luxe and moody creation;
Then he heard his girls beg,
For a line off the peg,
(It’s not merely a job — but vocation).
With fabrics he went on a bender,
Punch drunk for a waffle suspender;
Pleated silk and chiffon,
Satin shorts? A turn-on,
And a sequined drape dress that screams “splendor!”
Boy blazers and vests of organza,
Please note the minidress bonanza;
Love the French-cuff shark blouse,
It nearly brings down the house!
The gushing will cease in this stanza.
Available at Factoriem, 179 Orchard Street, between Houston and Stanton Streets (212-673-3913); Debut, 298 Mulberry Street, between Bleecker and Houston Streets (212-343-2717). To see styles, go to houseofberardi.com.