Since JSlow declared she was coming “out of the closet” and no longer hiding purchases from her husband, I made a declaration of my own: I’m going to let “color” into my closet. This is a big deal, as my idea of color is grey.
And so it was that last night I attended the opening party of the 60-piece Banana Republic Trina Turk collection, which launched yesterday in 450 Banana Republic stores worldwide. Trina Turk, if you are not aware, is an actual person and head of her own Trina Turk fashion and design empire, featuring her signature mod prints splashed across women’s apparel, menswear, jewelry, stationary and bedding. She has 8 boutiques and is sold at Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdales and Trinaturk.com.
Her clothes are not me, because me, myself and I do not wear color. But then I remembered my mission, and how a few months ago on this very blog I wrote of being so taken with the Milan Fall Fashion week prints that I vowed to try and integrate them into my wardrobe.
The irony is that my home is an explosion of colors and prints: I keep my food cold in a hot orange fridge, work from a pink plexiglass chair, and dry my damp hair with an electric teal Marimekko towel. Why can’t I put color on my body?
So I did it. I bought two tops, the above Crazy Botanical Top and the Kaleidoscope Cowl-Neck (already sold-out online) which most definitely do not blend in with the cement and asphalt Demeulemeesters and Owens that lurk in the dark. Which I guess is the point. Looks like my closet has seen the light. And so have I.