BG Stories: Michael Kors
I was doing a trunk show here at Bergdorfs. I was probably 22, 23. Shoulder length blonde hair. Full Peter Frampton insanity. And I looked out of the corner of my eye and I saw this very glamorous woman come walking through the third floor of the store in a marabou slipper, a chiffon caftan, with a kimono over it, smoking a cigarette trailing ash. I thought, this is kind of glamorous.
At the time I still smoked and of course was jones-ing for a cigarette. I thought oh I guess they changed the rules. She walked over to me, and she said, “do you have caftans?” I thought, how fabulous that this woman is shopping dressed like this and she gets to smoke and wear a marabou slipper in New York City. I said to her, “No we don’t.” And she said, “You should make caftans.” I said oh, okay. She said “Oh by the way, I’m Mrs. Goodman.” It was Nena Goodman. I remember her gallery space in the store, which I always thought was divine. What other store in the world had their own gallery? Where you had someone hand selecting all of the art, which I don’t know if particularly was a big business, but it was a divine space. — Michael Kors