La Casa looks like a bomb went off in Saks as Mr. Astor tears through everything he owns in preparation of our trip. "Conservative, but not black/casual preppy/and nautical" was my advice for Rhode Island wear; the poor boy was crestfallen to learn that the darkest color he could wear was navy blue, as in blazer. The Baroness had already quipped that the only black Leopoldo could wear in R.I. would be his Papi underwear (and, then, only if they could NOT be seen through linen trousers).