Sexiness is, of course, singularly subjective, so when I say that I find myself sighing at the way a fair number of people dress with a kind of neutered, unisex sloppiness (even at the Metropolitan Opera here in NYC, where I was the other night—c'mon, people! Leggings?) on the one hand, or a vulgar overemphasis on body parts on the other, I'm saying these looks aren't sexy to me. Enter fashion, which always has something interesting to say about sex, and this season the message particularly reso nated. Prada, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana—each was having a sophisticated conversation about provocation, desire, and possibility, with clothes that didn't just hint at suggestiveness but promised deliverance. The clothes also drew a distinct line between what's male and what's female, and played…
