Here are my favorite five little bits in the profile of Kate and Andy Spade in New York magazine. I find the Spades actually kind of charming and even so this story is making me laugh and laugh. It's like taking a big branding-scented bath in word association.
1. The Spades took Bea to Disneyland for the first time at the end of January. A few days after they got home, Andy had a party at Partners & Spade to celebrate the release of the first two of six books of photographs he had taken with his iPhone.
2. It is instead a trip inside Spade's peripatetic mind, and, therefore, a helpful place to begin understanding why so many men in this city have been wandering around in flannel shirts and Red Wing boots, taking their meals in restaurants with walls covered in a mishmash of antlers and art.
3. The Spades are from the Midwest. They like to get together with their old friends and stay up late. They like things to be classic and they like the color Kelly green. They came to the city, but they didn't set about erasing the people they were before they got here, and they still have that outsider's endless thrill of how cool is this art gallery? How great is this weird smelly record store?
4. "If you look at everything that was going on in fashion at that time," Andy says now, "there was not a voice that just said hi or hello. There just wasn't a lot out there that looked real. But there's something great about suburbia. There's something great about innocence. A Peter Pan collar is sexier than a bustier."
5. If anything, they've often worked on transporting city folk beyond the five boroughs-and not to Europe either. Tierney Gearon photographed the company's second ad campaign, which featured a good-looking (but not scarily so) family in the yard of their big (but not huge) white clapboard house. "It was being in the backyard and throwing your kid up in the air, and the kid is wearing a Halloween costume," Andy says. "I mean, what's better than that? Being on a yacht is definitely not any better than that."

Bullshit. There is nothing great about suburbia.
Yeah that blew my mind: "But there's something great about suburbia. There's something great about innocence." And people say rich New Yorkers are condescending.
Or Kelly Green for that matter.
There is also nothing not great about being on a yacht.
"...A Peter Pan collar is sexier than a bustier."
To a pedophile.
One of the charms of our times is that "art" is used generically, like "food".
"What is that on the wall?"
"Oh, it's some art. You should never hang antlers without some of it."
very funny, except for the Disneyland and Eloise tea set part, which seem less than on-brand.
I always thought of Kate Spade as a very Jet-Set, Audrey Hepburn-dressing, Slim Aarons-photographed world. Hardly suburbia.
I am a bit gay for her stuff I must admit.
The article makes it all sound like Ralph Lauren for people who have trouble explaining their tattoos to the nanny.
Yes, but also NO. I feel the same way about Simon Doonan.
It might kind of suck for David that he's not even the coolest and most successful Spade in his own family (in-laws do count).
He gets a lot of tail for being something of a troll doll in the height and looks department.