In 1994, I sat nervously in the office of a legendary New York ad agency. The creative director, Andy, told me that he’d soon be leaving the agency to help his wife launch her business.
“We’re making purses and handbags in our apartment, and then we’ll sell them.”
Privately, I couldn’t imagine how purses could possibly be cooler than advertising, but I said, “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out for them. What’s the brand name?”
He smiled, and said, “Kate Spade.”
Goodbye, dear Kate. You showed a generation of women how to express ourselves fully, without frill or frump, in the brightest polka dots imaginable.
The world will be a khaki place without you.
