Clueless in New York

Riding the elevator to work this morning I noticed a fellow opposite me sporting a large gaudy belt buckle, like you see hawked in those ubiquitous (and awful) New York City street fairs, that formed the letters "DG." Given the lad's dress and his numerous other accouterments (treading gingerly here), it struck me as anomalous he would don hardware promoting Deutsche Grammophon. Stepping off the elevator it finally dawned on me "DG," in this instance, was more likely to stand for Dolce & Gabbana.