On a brilliantly sunny summer afternoon, the kind of day people dream about to get them through the dreary frigid winter, we\u2019re in a Manhattan office building trying to figure out where Ralph Lauren will sit. Actually, we\u2019re in Lauren\u2019s small, all-white office on Madison Avenue, and with two large, lovely chairs and a big cushy couch laid out before us, the answer is far from obvious. Rather than chance some giant faux pas by claiming his favorite spot as our own, we bravely put the question to him: \u201cMr. Lauren, is there a particular place you\u2019d like to sit?\u201d His response: \u201cWherever the light makes me look best.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s Ralph. For nearly 30 years Lauren, 57, has earned a handsome living showing Americans (men especially) how to look good, using himself as the model. And therein lies a puzzle.<\/p>\n
Somehow Lauren, who thinks it\u2019s fine for men to wear (as he does) black velvet slippers in the office, has become the designer of choice for guys to whom the mere mention<\/em> of velvet slippers causes first one and then the other eyebrow to be raised. Men with no tolerance for velvet slippers in the office, at home, in the tool shed, or on the moon. Men whose feelings toward men who do wear velvet slippers may fairly be expressed as: Yikes!<\/p>\n Then consider Ralph in his Rancher guise. Does this look like any real rancher of your acquaintance? Any rancher, that is, who\u2019s willing to break either a sweat or a few vertebrae chasing after cattle? Real cowboys have nicknames for such ranchers. Ralph\u2019s might be \u201cHopalong Casually.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/p>\n And yet mainstream guys bought $2.7 billion in suits, shirts, ties, and other Ralph Lauren garments last year. Add in women\u2019s clothes, eyeglasses, perfume, bedsheets, dinner plates, leather couches, and the rest, and consumers around the globe spent some $5 billion on Lauren goods\u2014making him the best-selling designer in the world. Somehow Lauren\u2014faux<\/em> cowboy, relentless Anglophile, exponent of yachting and polo\u2014has come to occupy the kind of solid middle ground that Brooks Brothers did in the 1950s: He is the default fashion choice for men who don\u2019t care a whole lot about fashion but nevertheless want to look good in office clothes. \u201cBuying Ralph is like buying a Maytag,\u201d says Hal Reiter, president of the executive search firm Herbert Mines Associates in New York, who owns six pairs of Ralph Lauren trousers and two Ralph Lauren suits. \u201cHe\u2019s an established brand that stands for reliability and quality.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI try to give people a clean, aspirational quality, with no bullshit. Where\u2019s the negative in that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Let other designers\u2014Italians, handbag-toting Frenchmen\u2014urge kilts and capes and corduroy plus fours upon an impressionable public. Lauren stands manfully above the fray, upholding simple, classic good looks (allowing for occasional lapses like those slippers). Risky dressing? Not for Ralph. He is the nation\u2019s leading proponent of safe slacks.<\/p>\n \u201cRalph\u2019s world is not unapproachable or scary,\u201d says Neil Kraft, former head of advertising for Calvin Klein. \u201cEverything is done with the promise of good taste.\u201d And derivative idealism. When Lauren creates the look of an English country home, the panache of a Savile Row suit, or the luster of some Western belt belonging to an imaginary rancher, his version is always a little cleaner, a little brighter, just a touch more polished. He doesn\u2019t sell socks; he sells his very mildly fevered (98.7\u00ba) dream.<\/p>\n Could Martha Stewart have existed without Ralph? He blazed the trail of \u201clifestyle\u201d merchandising, selling not just items but his own personal context\u2014and at a premium price, no less\u2014at a time when such things weren\u2019t done. He was the first fashion designer to have his own stores. He was the first to sell not only the suit you wear to work but the pajamas you wear to bed and the sheets you sleep on. And indeed, before Martha was Martha, she made gift baskets for Lauren\u2019s clientele in the 1980s. \u201cWhen people buy his products, it gives them the feeling of having class and stature,\u201d she says. \u201cThey\u2019re buying a piece of his world.\u201d<\/p>\n The price of admission is relatively high, as befits a business with aspiration at its soul. A Polo suit might sell for $600 to $900; a woman\u2019s blazer for $1,200; a pair of socks, $11; a leather sofa, $9,000. Even so, there are enough customers to sustain 116 freestanding Polo\/Ralph Lauren stores, 62 discount outlets, and some 1,300 boutiques inside department stores all over the world. A new, 45,000-square-foot store\u2014the length of an entire city block\u2014is scheduled to open in London, of all places, late next year.<\/p>\n Since 1993, Polo\/Ralph Lauren\u2019s revenue\u2014including its share of worldwide licensing income\u2014has increased 30%, to some $900 million; operating profit has grown nearly 70%, to around $110 million. Not surprisingly, perhaps, the buzz is that Ralph is contemplating going public. Over the past year investors have been attracted to designers and department stores like lint to a sweater: Witness such high-profile IPOs as Gucci and Saks Fifth Avenue. In June, Donna Karan finally dropped the veil. Now, with the possible exception of Calvin Klein, no private company gets investment bankers\u2019 mouths watering quite like Lauren.<\/p>\n Lauren himself admits an IPO is \u201cin the realm of possibility,\u201d but adds \u201cI doubt if I\u2019m going to do it. I like my privacy. I have no reason to do it unless I want to buy something else. And I sort of have everything I want.\u201d<\/p>\n Darn it, he pretty much does. His car collection includes a 1929 blower Bentley, a 1937 Alfa Romeo, a 1938 Bugatti, and a 1962 Ferrari GTO. He has a 13,748-acre ranch in Colorado, a duplex apartment on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, beachfront homes in Jamaica and Long Island, a 240-acre estate in Bedford, New York\u2014and a company-owned Gulfstream II to get from one home to another. His estimated net worth? Better than $1 billion.<\/p>\n Lauren admits an IPO is \u201cin the realm of possibility,\u201d but adds, \u201cI doubt if I\u2019m going to do it. I like my privacy. I have no reason to do it unless I want to buy something else.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n Lauren has Goldman Sachs largely to thank for his current comfort. Two years ago, when Polo\/Ralph Lauren needed money to open new stores and overhaul older ones, it raised $135 million by selling a 28.5% stake to the investment house.<\/p>\n With its minority stake, Goldman doesn\u2019t get involved in the day-to-day running of the business. \u201cThey\u2019re in my hands, I\u2019m not in theirs,\u201d Lauren says firmly. But few on Wall Street believe Goldman isn\u2019t needling Lauren for an IPO. Says Richard Friedman, the partner at Goldman who heads GS Capital Partners, the investment pool that purchased Polo: \u201cBoth Ralph Lauren and Goldman Sachs would be remiss in not looking at the possibility. But there\u2019s no pressing need to do one other than the strength of the market.\u201d<\/p>\n How does Lauren keep coining money? His accomplishment depends partly on magic, mostly on machinery. The magic part he expresses as a question: \u201cDid you ever see a man or a woman walk into a room and they look great, but you don\u2019t know exactly why they do? You just know that you want to look like that?\u201d<\/p>\n The machine is driven by licensing. No fewer than 26 companies pay to make, ship, and advertise Lauren\u2019s goods. Lauren provides the design and creative talent, getting in return a cut of sales (around 6%) plus minimum guaranteed payments. Polo\/Ralph Lauren still manufactures its top-of-the-line men\u2019s and women\u2019s clothes, but the bulk of its profit comes from these licensing agreements. Example: Cosmair, a division of L\u2019Or\u00e9al, which makes Lauren scents, is one of the biggest licensees; fragrance industry expert Allan Mottus figures this one license could put as much as $20 million in Lauren\u2019s pocket this year alone. He sews not much, but damn if Ralph don\u2019t reap!<\/p>\n Just last August, Lauren launched two big new licensing ventures, Polo jeans and a line of women\u2019s clothing called Lauren. Both are priced far below what Lauren\u2019s clothes have sold for in the past\u2014jeans at roughly $48, women\u2019s pants and jackets mostly below $250. The idea is to reach a whole new category of customer, the ones who couldn\u2019t afford Ralph Lauren before.<\/p>\n Both the jeans and the Lauren line are scoring well with shoppers; the latter has retailers particularly giddy. \u201cIt\u2019s just been remarkable. Overwhelming,\u201d says LaVelle Olexa, a senior vice president at Lord & Taylor. \u201cThe clothes hit the floor, and they just go.\u201d A big part of the attraction is that consumers are in love with status brands again, especially if they can get them for under four figures. The Lauren line features Ralph\u2019s best-known styles\u2014crested navy blazers, tartan plaid skirts, and crisp oxford shirts\u2014but all done up in less expensive fabrics with fewer details.<\/p>\n Other designers have gone down the licensing road, of course, and quite a number have lurched into a ditch when they let their licensees get control of their brand. That isn\u2019t likely to happen to Lauren: His need to protect everything bearing on his company\u2019s image, and his own, is palpable, unsleeping, electric, scary. While we were shooting the studio photographs for this story, Lauren weighed in on lighting, backdrops, props\u2014even on the height of the tripod holding the camera taking his picture. (He stands about 5 foot 6.)<\/p>\n More than any other designer, he grasped early the importance of protecting his brand. Back in 1967, as he struggled to build a business out of his line of wide men\u2019s ties, he refused to sell to Bloomingdale\u2019s. The retailer wanted him to make the ties narrower and take his name off the label. \u201cWe\u2019re talking a quarter of an inch. That\u2019s all they wanted,\u201d Lauren explains. \u201cAnd as for my name being on them, well, no one could care less who Ralph Lauren was. But I said no. When I left the store, I thought, \u2018What am I, crazy?\u2019 I was dying to sell Bloomingdale\u2019s, but I didn\u2019t because I really wanted to do what I believed in.\u201d Months later, Bloomingdale\u2019s came knocking on Lauren\u2019s door. It saw how briskly his ties were selling in competitors\u2019 stores and agreed to carry the ties exactly as Lauren had designed them.<\/p>\n Emboldened by this early success, Lauren next designed a line of men\u2019s shirts, then turned his attention to suits, favoring wide lapels\u2014to go along with his ties\u2014and natural shoulders. It wasn\u2019t long before Lauren branched off into women\u2019s clothes (partly to suit the tastes of his wife, Ricky).<\/p>\n In 1971 he opened the first Polo\/Ralph Lauren store on Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills. More stores soon followed.<\/p>\n In 1983 he started his home collection of sheets, towels, flatware, and furniture. Rather than simply putting out new colors or patterns like others in the field, Lauren created products that revolved around themes, like New England Cottage and English Countryside. The recent Serape collection, for instance, features aged solid-oak tables and chests as well as distressed leather chairs and couches tooled, as the brochure points out, \u201cin the tradition of fine leather boot making.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI bought some Ralph Lauren sheets last year, and I just love them,\u201d says Sheri Kersch-Schultz, wife of Starbucks (SBUX) founder Howard Schultz, from their summer home in New York\u2019s tony East Hampton. \u201cAnd he has a sleigh bed that is just to die for. \u201c<\/p>\n The most recent addition to the home line: paint, produced under license by Sherwin-Williams. \u201cI was a little skeptical at first,\u201d says Bernard Marcus, CEO of Home Depot, whose stores have carried the line since early this year. \u201cBut we\u2019re happy with the progress it\u2019s making. When I first heard about it, I thought it was just paint with a big designer name on it.\u201d<\/p>\n That\u2019s exactly what it is.<\/p>\n \u201cLook,\u201d says Mort Kaplan, head of Creative Licensing, a firm that brings together licensing partners, \u201cI\u2019m sure the paint is good, but azure blue is azure blue is azure blue. The difference here is that Ralph Lauren stands for something. He knows how to package it, how to set it up in stores so it conveys his image.\u201d Walk into any Home Depot, and you\u2019ll see what Kaplan means: Behind each mixing counter stands a Ralph display, all lit up. Brochures group paint hues by theme\u2014Safari, Desert Hollywood, Santa Fe\u2014and show not just paint swatches but evocative bits of Laurentian context: a horse, a sideboard, a pair of satin gloves. One brochure displays 32 shades of white. Don\u2019t laugh: Lauren\u2019s home furnishings business rings up retail sales of $535 million a year worldwide, vastly outselling any other designer\u2019s.<\/p>\n Ever since his first in-store shop opened in Bloomingdale\u2019s in 1971, Lauren has insisted that retailers sell his goods his<\/em> way, in boutiques set up with his props and fixtures. Most of the time he gets what he wants. Says Kenneth Walker, an architect who has worked for department stores installing Polo in-store shops: \u201cRalph\u2019s people are hard but fair. They don\u2019t throw hissy fits, but they know exactly what they want.\u201d And they walk when they don\u2019t get it. Last year when Bergdorf Goodman\u2019s men\u2019s store in New York refused to build a Polo boutique to the company\u2019s specifications, Lauren pulled his business from the store.<\/p>\n Nowhere is his need for image control as evident as in his flagship store at 72nd Street and Madison Avenue in Manhattan. The store, opened in 1986 in the landmark Rhinelander Mansion, marked the first time Lauren had gathered all his goods under one (slate) roof. He oversees presentation, service, decor, even fragrance (which, the day Fortune<\/em> visited, seemed to be a compound of patchouli, cloves, and leather-bound sets of Scott\u2019s Waverley Novels).<\/p>\n The store is quite simply over the top in its Englishness, lacking only an Anglican bishop, a Simpson\u2019s meat cart, and Dr. Johnson buried under the tie counter. Practically everything is for sale. If, for instance, you should find yourself humming a Ralph-sanctioned tune while shopping (\u201cPennies From Heaven\u201d was playing as we warmed ourselves against the air conditioning\u2019s chill, rubbing our hands beside a gas-fired hearth), $15 buys it: Ralph Lauren\u2019s Black Tie Collection<\/em> CD from Sony.<\/p>\n Looking the place over, it\u2019s a wonder there\u2019s a single cricket bat left in England\u2014or set of sculling oars, or antlers, or silver croquet trophy, or oil painting of a dog smoking a pipe. (Where does all this stuff come from? It\u2019s just as you suspected all along: Lauren has a giant warehouse in New Jersey jammed with props and antiques. A team of 75 people has traveled the world and filled the 25,000-square-foot space with antique mahogany chests, hundreds of bed frames, antique Persian rugs, a hay bale, thousands of hardcover books, golf clubs, baseballs, a lobster trap, an elk\u2019s head, polo helmets, saddles, suitcases, ship\u2019s wheels, and chunks of coral. Lauren periodically prunes the inventory: Last year a pair of tapestry-upholstered Queen Anne walnut settees, circa 1710, sold for $54,625 at Sotheby\u2019s.)<\/p>\n With access to a corporate attic like that, the 72nd Street flagship store makes an indelible impression\u2014but not money. A former high-ranking Polo executive figures that what with fresh flowers, antiques, blazing gas hearths, and payments on a long-term lease, the place loses $1 million a month. \u201cI\u2019m not going to comment on exact numbers,\u201d says vice chairman Michael Newman. \u201cI can tell you that it meets the budget we plan for it. When I look at it that way, the fact [the store loses money] doesn\u2019t trouble me.\u201d<\/p>\n The store does trouble some WASPs who see it as a rip-off of their heritage. Explains one patrician young woman: \u201cIt\u2019s like this: People who buy Ralph Lauren are trying to keep up with the Joneses. We are<\/em> the Joneses.\u201d Among her set, Lauren will never be anything more than a parvenu. It will be easier for his camel\u2019s-hair coat to go through the eye of a needle than for Ralph to get invited to Newport (as if that mattered to him).<\/p>\n Which raises the question: Who is he?<\/p>\n Lauren was born Ralph Lifshitz in the Bronx. His father was an artist who painted houses for a living; his mother raised the kids (Ralph was the youngest of four). He played stickball, dated girls, did all the normal stuff. He didn\u2019t grow up sketching clothes, and he didn\u2019t go to fashion school. \u201cI don\u2019t know, from the time I was 12 years old I looked cool,\u201d he explains. \u201cMy father was a painter, so maybe I got some sense of color from him. I do know that whatever I had on, other kids would say, \u2018Hey, where\u2019d you get that?\u2019 \u201c<\/p>\n As he got older and worked after school, Lauren would use his paychecks to buy expensive clothes. \u201cIf I saved $100 to buy a suit, which in those days was a lot of money, my parents would say, \u2018Why didn\u2019t you go to this place? It\u2019s cheaper.\u2019 And I would say no.\u201d<\/p>\n Lauren pursued a business degree at City College in Manhattan, taking night classes, but dropped out after two years. He worked as a salesman for two glove companies and then for tie manufacturer A. Rivetz & Co. While working at Rivetz he started designing his wide ties, and before long he decided to go into business for himself. In 1968, Norman Hilton, a clothing company executive, took a chance on Lauren and backed him with a $50,000 loan. Lauren called his company Polo Fashions, a name that he and his older brother Jerry (now executive vice president of Polo men\u2019s design) liked because it connoted money, style, and a sort of international mystique.<\/p>\n By the early 1970s sales were nearly $4 million, and the company was expanding too quickly. Lauren bought out Norman Hilton\u2019s stake and hired a boyhood chum as his treasurer and CFO. The friend turned out to be \u201csomewhat in over his head,\u201d Lauren says, and the business, though booking lots of orders, was hemorrhaging money.<\/p>\n Unlike other designers, Lauren didn\u2019t make his runway models look like hookers from space.<\/span><\/p>\n To save the company, Lauren poured in his life savings\u2014$150,000 \u2014and hired one of Hilton\u2019s key executives, Peter Strom, to help run it. Strom liked Lauren and agreed to come aboard if Lauren gave him a 10% equity stake in the business. \u201cWhen I joined the company, it had 800 accounts, was doing about $5 million in sales, and wasn\u2019t making a dime,\u201d recalls Strom, who retired from Polo in April 1995. \u201cI thought we\u2019d be lucky if we ever broke $20 million in sales,\u201d he says. \u201cRalph loves to remind me that I said that.\u201d<\/p>\n There wasn\u2019t really any breakthrough that thrust Lauren\u2019s clothing into the nation\u2019s fashion consciousness; the closest his work came to making a splash was when Diane Keaton wore his clothing in Annie Hall<\/em>. Lauren did runway shows, but rather than make the models look like hookers from space, he dressed them in clothing you could wear to the office. From one year to the next, changes were of degree, not of kind. In retrospect, he was formulating the Ralph Doctrine: clothing that isn\u2019t shocking, just incrementally nicer, with snob appeal prominently in the weave.<\/p>\n That\u2019s his same m.o. today, of course, and its latest expression is his Purple Label line of \u201cmostly handmade\u201d suits, shirts, and ties. In the late 1980s, during the height of Giorgio Armani and the Italian power suit look, Polo\u2019s preppy garments started to look a little dull. \u201cPolo had been the power suit back in the early 1980s,\u201d concedes Lance Isham, head of Lauren\u2019s men\u2019s wear business. \u201cBut it was difficult to hold onto that because of the influence from Italy.\u201d Lauren puts it another way: \u201cI was selling the Madison Avenue and Wall Street guys, and Armani was selling the Hollywood agents\u2014the Mike Ovitzes of the world.\u201d<\/p>\n Lauren saw that his suit business was stagnating. \u201cI wanted something not Italian-looking, just more sophisticated.\u201d He envisioned elegant hand-sewn garments cut from fine fabrics, then shaped closer to the body. Lauren wanted a tasteful look for someone with a well-toned body who isn\u2019t shy about showing it off\u2014himself, in other words.<\/p>\n Buttons wouldn\u2019t just be sewn onto jacket sleeves but would have real buttonholes. (We wondered: Does that really make the suit fit any better? No, admits Stanley Tucker, fashion director at Saks Fifth Avenue in New York. \u201cIt\u2019s just a little bit of snobbism. If you leave one of the buttons undone and someone notices, they\u2019ll see you have actual buttonholes. It\u2019s just very Savile Row.\u201d)<\/p>\n It\u2019s those incremental touches, however, that make Ralph Ralph. Some Purple Label suits, for example, sport a discreet tab on the top of their left lapel. \u201cThat\u2019s a wind tab,\u201d explained a salesman in the flagship store. A wind tab? we asked. \u201cThat\u2019s so that when you\u2019re walking home from church across the moors on a windy day, you can pull that lapel over and button it to a corresponding button on the jacket collar.\u201d Oh.<\/p>\n A suit like that costs an ungodly amount, of course: between $1,500 and $2,500. But like the flagship store itself, the Purple Label line is intended more to cast a long shadow of opulence than to be much of a moneymaker.<\/p>\n How does Lauren come up with a thing like a wind tab? In New York City and elsewhere, Lauren\u2019s scouts comb vintage clothing shops, looking for garments (or for details on garments) that they think Ralph might like. Some of them he does. After experiment and prototyping, an old green-striped broadcloth shirt from the 1930s, say, may get a new lease on life.<\/p>\n Ralph has had his share of duds. For more than a decade, for instance, he has been stumped by\u2014of all things\u2014blue jeans. His first try at that market, in partnership with the Gap (GAP) in the late 1970s, bombed badly. One Gap executive says of the venture: \u201cEvery possible mistake that could have been made, was made.\u201d Over the years Lauren made other blunders: Either the jeans were cut too narrow for women of normal size (meaning those who actually possess hips) or deliveries were late or the products were not properly merchandised in the stores.<\/p>\n Lauren\u2019s last foray was three years ago with a line of weathered, vintage-looking jeans and shirts called Double RL, named after his ranch in Colorado (which is short for Ralph and Ricky Lauren). These clothes, aimed at the college crowd, turned out to be way overpriced. Jeans and flannel shirts cost as much as $78, and weathered leather jackets upwards of $300. \u201cThey totally misjudged the demographics,\u201d says Jerry Magnin, owner of the Polo\/Ralph Lauren store in Beverly Hills.<\/p>\n This fall Lauren is trying again, as you may have noticed: He\u2019s got a whopping $20 million advertising budget, provided by Sun Apparel, the licensee for Polo jeans. The print ads are visually startling: They feature clean-cut, healthy-looking men and women, without tattoos or nose rings, who aren\u2019t naked, underage, or anorexic, and don\u2019t grope one another. Calvin Klein won\u2019t be making any noise about Lauren stealing his ideas. Says Lauren: \u201cLook, I\u2019m not anti-sex. But what\u2019s sexy to younger people may not be sexy to everyone else. It might be the right time not to cater to the kids.\u201d<\/p>\n Lauren surrounds himself with seasoned executives, most of whom have been with him for years\u2014a rarity in the fashion business. They understand what Lauren wants, usually without his having to spell it out. Says Buffy Birrittella, senior vice president of women\u2019s designs and a 25-year veteran of the company: \u201cWhen Ralph says he wants something white, I know what kind of white he means.\u201d<\/p>\n Or the kind of brown. Last year Birrittella, Lauren, and a few other executives were in Europe looking for fabrics that would be used for the fall clothes now in the stores. During this particular trip, they felt they had been seeing way too much of one color: gray. Says Birrittella: \u201cI don\u2019t know why I said it first\u2014sometimes Ralph will feel something first\u2014but I just looked at him and said, \u2018brown.\u2019 And he said, \u2018Yeah, I\u2019m feeling brown too.\u2019 We were just both \u2026 well, just feeling brown.\u201d As we said before, it ain\u2019t all science.<\/p>\n Fortune Archive<\/p>\n<\/figure>\n<\/div>\n A question of authenticity has dogged Lauren much of his career. Chatting with him late one sunny afternoon on the porch of his Colorado ranch house, it\u2019s clear he\u2019s weary of the charge that somehow his work, and by extension his life, are phony. \u201cI slept in a room with two brothers growing up,\u201d he recalls. \u201cI couldn\u2019t wait for one of them to move out so I could have half the drawers. That molded me. But do I want to live like that today? No, I don\u2019t. I don\u2019t think it\u2019s a comfortable way to live. So is it phony, then, to say I want to live out west, or I want to live in the country? If you\u2019re born in the Bronx, does that mean you have to stay in the Bronx?<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve tried to do things honorably in my business. I think I\u2019ve added something to America. I don\u2019t rip people off. I don\u2019t downgrade children,\u201d he says, getting in a parting dig at Calvin Klein. \u201cI try to give people a clean, aspirational quality, with no bullshit. Where\u2019s the negative in that?\u201d<\/p>\n To which we answer: There isn\u2019t one. Our economy is kept wound by aspirations of the sort young Ralph held (hell, old Ralph holds). No wonder business people like to buy his clothing: In Lauren they recognize a brother under the skin (those velvet slippers notwithstanding).<\/p>\n Reporter Associate: Joe McGowan<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Editor\u2019s note: This article appeared in the Nov. 11, 1996 issue of Fortune. 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