APPARENTLY, Hugh Grant still has anxiety-inducing flashbacks that feature two metres of silk and a dozen gold safety pins. And that's even though it's been more than a year since his voluptuous main squeeze Elizabeth Hurley stole the show at the Four Weddings And A Funeral premiere in the steamy Versace entity that is now known ubiquitously as That Dress. Grant is now firmly in control of Hurley's sartorial decisions, as witnessed last week, the day before the premiere of Grant's latest flick, The Englishman Who Went Up A Hill And Came Down A Mountain. It was then that the impossibly handsome couple were spotted on New York's 5th Avenue, dashing from Chanel to Harry Winston and beyond. Hurley, the new face of Estee Lauder, picked out a black-leather pea coat from Chanel. Then she popped into Winston's where she matched it with two South Sea pearl necklaces - one black, one white - for a grand total topping the US$1 million (HK$7.72 million) mark. It is all on loan, however, and must be back in the shops by 10 am the next day (which is when Grant's limousine also turns back into a pumpkin). Grant has obviously learned from experience: 'He has definite opinions about what she should wear and she seems to defer,' offered one store employee. Drinks on the fly HONG KONG-based girl group the Fly Girls, or the Hip Hop Girls, have been touring nightclubs in Bombay, New Delhi and Culcutta to help Indian liquor distributor International Distillers launch Smirnoff and Malibu on the subcontinent. The five girls delighted guests at the exclusive nightclub, 1900s, at Bombay's Taj Hotel where they segued from hip-hop to jazz. But it was all the same to the drinkers present. As one guest slurred: 'A couple of Smirnoffs down and who cares anyway?' Scent of a woman ... and a man FROM this week we can all try the latest Calvin Klein fragrance which has finally wafted across from the United States. cK one (the curious typography is evidently part of that unreal world in which designers live) arrives in a cloud of knowing - those with their finger on the scented pulse have raved about it for months. It has already made a huge, er, stink in the US where its launch at Macy's was the most successful in that store's history. Fragrances mean big business for designers and Klein, no slouch in the marketing department (remember a pre-pubescent Brooke Shields announcing that nothing came between her and her Calvins?), has come up with a clever wheeze. cK one is meant for two - a woman and her man. This is the world's first 'shared' fragrance: the word 'unisex' is not encouraged by Klein who thinks it smacks, God forbid, of those who lack sex appeal altogether. And long gone are the days when you splashed on a bit of lavender water and hoped for the best. Now a whole philosophy comes attached. cK one, says the press handout, is for those who know who they are, will try anything once (what, anything?), live their own life, like to share etc. All highly desirable. But it is also for those who choose love over stability. What can this mean, we wonder? That established marriages, like Kelly and Calvin's for instance, are not desirable?