Lauren
Distinguished Service Award
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I had very sad news today. I wrote a letter a while back to the man who introduced me to vintage clothing. His name was Kirk Kirkeeng. Back when I was 14 and filled with dreams of flowing victorian dresses, my mom and I stumbled on his antique shop in Fallbrook, CA. He had a small glass case with dresses hanging in it, which I immediately walked over and stared into. Over time, he started pulling them out and showing them to me, explaining the fabrics, or the cuts, why they were the years they were. Shortly after our first visit a box arrived. My first vintage dress! It was made of china silk, from about 1912, a lovely empire waist. It was shattering, but I didn't care. I immediately slipped it on and posed for pictures in front of my antique desk, sending them off to him in a letter. We kept going back in visiting. In time I would bring my finds to him to be dated. He helped educate me in restoration and storing the gowns. In time my mom and I were admitted into his "back room". He had a room that was wall to wall vintage clothing, some in the middle, boxes piled high with hats and laces, purses... it was the stuff dreams were made of. And they came. I dreamed often of that backroom, being allowed to touch and go through the boxes to unearth treasures. But I never did when I visited. I waited patiently for him to show me things. Back then I didn't know about the 30's, 40's, and 50's, but looking back I can remember the treasures he shared. Colorful velvet capes with maribou colors, coats with rhinestones in the lining so when you caught a peek it sparkled, original Ertes, and he hung them all with the proper matching accessories, so you had a complete outfit on one hanger (something I still do to this day with costumes if I have them). When my mom asked me one year what I wanted for my birthday, I responded that I wanted to go to Kirks. He sold us some lovely things from his collection. A pink embroidered piano shawl, two lovely victorian purses, a victorian fringed cape, and a black edwardian pigeon breasted blouse with beautiful lace and chiffon (still one of the pride and joys of my collection) He taught me so much, and he inpired me so much. If it weren't for him it is questionable if I would be where I am, with my fashion degree, my costume design, with vintage clothing, with dreaming of my own museam. Here's to a remarkable man. Thanks for listening.