Kate Spade Dies at Age 55


By now you’ve surely read that Kate Spade died yesterday in NY at her Park Avenue home – and that apparently it was  a suicide. I think many of us, myself included, were stunned as everything we’ve ever intuited about her through her brand, Kate Spade, has been sunny and cheerful and, in one word: Perfect. Hers is one of the best NY success stories ever – a handbag line she began in her apartment with her soon-to-be-husband became a multi-billion dollar brand through her creativity and care.

The first thought that struck me when I read the news was: but WHY? It seemed inconceivable to me. And therein lies the one good thing that might come out of this situation: the chance to talk openly about mental health and the forms it takes and how no amount of success creates an escape when severe illness is left untreated or treated insufficiently. I’m so incredibly saddened by this news – for the fear and loneliness she must have been feeling, for the aftermath her family must endure – especially her 13 year old daughter, and for all of those suffering silently as she did. May she be at rest, may those who are restless and struggling be granted the strength to reach out and secure the help they need, and may the lot of us through education and openness become more keen observers and helpful hands any time we sense someone needs us.