During a recent New York trip, I had a day free, and spent it doing what entertains me most: shopping. I covered mid-town tourist schlock and downtown cool, and then booked it uptown to glory in the boutiques. Block after block of couture heaven. It’s all there: Valentino, Lanvin, Chanel, the works. And along the way, I noticed the most interesting thing: pass around 54th street, and out come the uptown ladies. You never see them anywhere else. What do they look like? The best cut clothing, even in jeans, and a terrific pair of heels. And of course the signature: a magnificent handbag. Hermes, Prada, Chanel. Mostly in a nude. These are the ladies who flawlessly wear cream. They spill out of crisp white restaurants on 68th and Madison and have perfected blonde hair. They leave a trail of French perfume and all have the most trained walk. Almost a swagger. Do I want to be an uptown lady? Sure I do. But only in downtown clothes. Deal?