My all time favorite name in fashion is Trina Turk. I remember discovering her line fifteen years ago and thinking - "My gawwwd - this woman has been reading my diary!"
Flash forward to 2012 and I still love me some Trina. Honest to goodness, I gave great consideration to naming my daughter (then the dog), Trina, but couldn't get much support from my other half.
She came to speak at the SF Design Center on Tuesday and I was ready-to-go in my vintage Trina Turk dress, equipped with my SLR. This was no occasion for just an iPhone camera.
After the talk, while gathering in front of the meet-and-greet location with my girlfriends, Trina walked by. I'm pretty sure we bum rushed her... at least, I did. She was so sweet, asking all our names, and thanking us sincerely. I got in a verbal vomit, professing my love for her, color and pattern. I want to say there were maybe even tears streaming down my face, but it's really all a blur now.
A big thanks goes out here to some guy named *Donald* who stood nearby with a hand on the Bible, swearing he knew how to use a camera. Oh, Donald, if you only knew how much your arrogance cost me!!! ;)