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aisfn tripped cca gSofce rf '4- -K Okay, gang: you wanna know how things work in the fashion biz? And why you see endless photos of Calvin-Oscar-Halston-Diane etc. being feted in London-Paris-Morocco-Rio Answer: they hire expensive public relations firms to throw big fancy parties where famous, if foreign, names, seem to flock to greet the American personality when in reality they've been summoned there by paid minions of said feted celeb. An example of how this can work for, and, unfortunately, more often, against, the hapless consumer is: the just-completed, much- who had to deal with the alien (if not downright hostile) ways of press agents engaged, sometimes without his knowledge, to entertain him along the way. Halston.either under the aegis of Halston Fragrances, or Norton Simon, which reportedly sprang for a $600,000 world tour, first set out to introduce his fabulously successful and divine fragrance and sportswear fashions to -Tokyo and Kyoto. The only full-time observer on the voyage, "WWD," wasn't kind, reporting that the Japanese didn't always go wild for Halston's presentations.

1 iugh, Anne: still together all accounts, the turn-out at the Black Ball was galling (Yves St. Laurent, for one, said he was "too busy working" to attend, while other Parisian chic types exhibited general disdain for American fashion). Making things worse: WWD reported that Norton Simon had paid "Energy International," a public relations firm jointly owned by Regine and so-called Baron Alexis de Rede (ne Alexis Rosenberg), not less than $100,000 to organize (that is, get the hot people out for) the Parisian leg of the journey. Clearly, this was a mistake. After the Regine disappointment, WWD advised on the scandale of the "Baron's" supposed night-of-all-nights: dinner for 50 in his super-chic flat in the Rothschilds' fabulous Hotel Lambert.

Trouble is, as the story goes, Halston seemed to have committed the unfor-giveable sin of actually calling the "Baron" to make sure he could bring his entourage with him. After all, as Halston explained to us, "I wanted very much to be with the people my models and friends who went around the world with me." His wishes to thank and help entertain these people, seemed to develop trouble when Halston arrived in Paris to introduce his fragrance and never once got even a phone call from the Baron. Just one hour before the party, however, a de Rede intermediary finally called and "asked me not to have certain people come. The plans had changed 10 times since we'd gotten to Paris; and I simply couldn't do that to my friends." Seems the prissy Baron couldn't bear the thought of extras at his carefully arranged table. The result: Halston, ever-gallant, refused to attend sans comrades, and took them out for dining and dancing til dawn.

-ik ttvM ir -w4 fit If. 4 '1 A -ttff ft vt i til hianca, haiston: a long, strange trip What's going on with the Guv? Trouble in his love life? A boring period on the job? Family problems (son Brian was picked up for joy-riding in D.C. last week)? Or just one of his once-every-three-or-so-years Irish depressions? All these have been put forth by supposed experts as explanations for the decidedly bizarre behavior that Gov. Hugh Carey has been displaying in the last 10 days. To wit: he endorsed Liz Holtzman with bloodshot eyes, flushed face, and rambling speech.

On Monday, he "urged, in an incoherent address, that New Yorkers vote for President Carter because maybe, fate willing, we would then end up with Fritz Mondale. Finally, Carey seemed out of character when he turned on Mayor Koch for hardlining the Sydenham Hospital closing. Que pasa? "I think he's all right," Carey's counsel, Richard Brown, assured us at Tuesday's "21" soiree honoring "The National Law Others weren't so sure. In fact, one veteran political observer called us with a alarming report. The problem, as he saw it: the Guv had had a rift with his longtime best gal, gorgeous Anne Ford Uzielli, and the poor guy was now, accordingly, desolate over losing one of the truly nicest ladies in town.

Has Anne had it with Hugh? We, thoroughly distressed at the very thought, called Anne immediately to find out, and are thrilled to report that whatever's bugging the Guv, it sure ain't his social life. Anne was floored to hear rumors of a rift, pointing out that she and Hugh had gone to a dinner party together on Monday, as well as last Friday. "Everything's fine," she assured us, with a warm laugh. Okay then, we venturedjwith baited breath): has the Guv popped the question? Anne demurred my personal But she did concede that yes, this being "our fifth year together," marriage was, naturally, "something we've discussed," but "not too often." Anne, who's divorced (with two children), doesn't really know if she would, to be frank, ever want to marry again. But in the meantime, "I couldn't be happier than the way I am now," which very much includes those dates with Hugh.

Then, after sharing his expertise on the use of silk with manufacturers in Peking and Shanghai (who had invited, him in the first place, and who are now, as a result of the trip, selling his fragrance in state department stores), Halston Co. made tracks for Paree. "Paris?" said Halston. "I haven't had such a good time in 10 years. We had a party at Maxim's and a black ball at Regine's.

Regine was a dream." Dreamy as she was, Regine apparently wasn't super-efficient By ballyhooed, round-the-world trip by Halston, his models, business people, cohort Bianca Jagger, and various hangers-on, to: LA, Tokyo, China, Paris, and back to NYC. Mind you, all those concerned, from Halston to his honchoette D.D. Ryan to Norton Simon, which owns his company, dub the three-week jaunt "a highly successful business trip." Still, like all business trips, however successful, this one wasn't without its perils: perils of Halston, that is, HI Did Harry Helmsley steal Donald Trump's banner? All we know is that the giant banner, reading "TRUMP," which super-builder Donald had strung across Grand Central Station two weeks ago, is gone. Vanished. Finito.

The end of the four-foot high announcement that Donald is now restoring the structure. Whodunit? "Some civilian (sic) wanted it for a memento," says Trump v.p. John Barron, the use of the word "civilian" presumably eliminating rival builders Helmsley, Lefrak, et al. from suspicion. "They climbed up on the scaffolding and Just took it down and stole it." But not to worry.

There are only a few more days that commuters will have to go about their business without knowing Donald's the guy to thank for the project A new banner reading "TRUMP" has been ordered, and should be in place later this week. The new one, we're advised, will be strung up a little higher than the previous one. I5L.V Trump loses banner lighted farmers will capitalize on her revitalized sexpot image by dressing her in an adorable leotard, in which she'll carry on about how low in calories is the fruit. "Would this body lie to you?" Angie, the bod, will inquire, as she helps, for a high five-figure sum, peddle what's expected to be a record crop next year. Hot avocado? Next stop for Angie Dickinson, America's favorite overripe tomato: plugging California avocados in a $6 million print and TV ad campaign.

Although Angie signed with the avocado-growers before her flesh flashed across the screen in "Dressed to Kill," the de.