BY | BETH HAWKINS
Near the end of third grade, at the
height of her Shirley Temple phase,
Stephanie Day Iverson ’96 moved
from Houston to Minnetonka. Her grandfather, K.G. Iverson, was president
of the now-defunct Donaldson’s department store empire, and the
family favored suits and elaborate Easter costumes. Day Iverson, now
Stephanie Lake, had never worn jeans, only dresses.
It was March, and Lake was excited to have somewhere cold to wear
her Neiman Marcus fur coat, a hooded number with pom-poms that tied
under the chin. But as the only kid on the playground not wearing ripstop
nylon, “Of course, I got teased,” she recalls.
The next show-stopping coat came into Lake’s life when she was 25.
With her art history degree from Macalester complete, she was enrolled
at the Bard Graduate Center for Studies in the History of Decorative Arts,
Design, and Culture (BGC) and working in the newly created fashion department
at Sotheby’s. There she evaluated potential consignments and
helped organize auctions with cheeky themes, including “Cocktails,” “Pulp
Fashion,” and “Nothing to Wear.”
The coat in question hung on the wall, its hem brushing Lake’s desk.
Long, made of turquoise leather, and encircled by oversized “paperback”
pockets for carrying books, it was designed in 1974—“a year and a spring
collection after I was born,” Lake would later write, by a designer named
Bonnie Cashin.
I've always been fascinated by issues of identity,” Lake says. “The objects with which we surround ourselves and what we put on our bodies are the
first layer of that.”
A prolific ready-to-wear designer, Cashin had retired in 1985, but her influence
was still felt throughout the fashion world. Indeed, though the coat
was a quarter of a century old, it wasn’t the least bit dated. On the contrary,
its simplicity and elegance seemed contemporary and fresh. “Every season I see things that are copied right out of her collections,”
says Lake. “They’re modernist staples.”
In 1937, Cashin was working as a Broadway
costume designer when she was discovered
by the editor of Harper’s Bazaar. She arranged
for Cashin to be named chief ready-to-wear
designer for the prestigious coat and suit
manufacturer Adler & Adler. Design contracts
followed with virtually every major department
store and numerous clothing and accessory
manufacturers, including Lord & Taylor,
Neiman Marcus, and Macy’s. Cashin also was
Coach’s first handbag designer; the company’s
signature toggle closures were inspired by hardware
on the roof of her convertible.
After World War II, Cashin opened her
own design studio and began traveling widely.
Her adventures sparked her to borrow
silhouettes she saw on her journeys, such
as the poncho, the kimono, and the Noh
jacket. Frustrated by how fussy and constrictive
most women’s fashions were, Cashin
designed the clothes she wanted to wear—
elegant, chic, practical things for active women.
“They cross boundaries and lifestyles,”
says Lake. “You know a Cashin garment not
because of a label, but because it’s so distinctive.
From her collections over 40 years, you
can mix and match pieces.”
Lake was happy enough researching the
provenance of the vintage clothes at Sotheby’s
auctions, but she was awestruck by the marriage
of style and functionality she saw in the
Cashin coat. “Couture dresses would come in
and they were so over the top. We’d hold them
up and imagine playing dress-up,” she recalls,
bemused. “But the Cashin coat—I didn’t
want to do that with it. It was so relevant you
couldn’t tease about it that way. It was really
just an enchanting thing.”
Lake had considered writing her master’s
thesis about her grandfather. But as she researched
the items in the Cashin auction, she
realized that no one had ever chronicled the
designer’s life. Shortly afterward, in 1998, a
friend of a friend who worked as an editor at
Harper’s Bazaar placed a call to Cashin, who invited
Lake to tea at her United Nations Plaza
apartment.
Cashin could be prickly. “Lots of people
had tried to write about her,” says Lake. “She
could be very critical and dismissive. But if she
respected you, she could be sweet and generous.”
Lake had done her homework, though, and Cashin was charmed. After two hours
of conversation, neither woman wanted to
say goodbye. “The elevator would open and
close and we were still talking,” Lake recalls.
“I thought, ‘Oh, my thesis is going to be fabulous,
because I’ve actually met her!’”
Lake may have found her thesis topic, but
Cashin had found her heir apparent. She offered
Lake exclusive, unlimited access to the
scrapbooks, clothing, swatches, and other
items that made up her life’s work, all of which
was housed in a separate apartment in her
building. Over the next few years, Lake spent
many days there, poring over Cashin’s high
school sketches of costumes and letters home
from her world travels.
Often Cashin would pop down to talk as
Lake worked, and the two discovered they
had many things in common. Convinced that
every woman should have a boutique in her
home, Cashin had lined entire walls with folded
garments. Mesmerized by collages of color
and texture, Lake, too, kept her clothes on display.
Both did their best work on their own,
following their instincts.
And both were fearless, a trait that was apparent
in each early on. At Macalester, Lake
had written her senior honors project about
Czech-Canadian artist Jana Sterbak, then relatively
unknown but now infamous for having
created a dress out of meat. Lake tracked down
Sterbak and interviewed her—in French. “I remember
being impressed that an undergraduate
would do that,” says Ruthann Godollei,
chair of Macalester’s Art Department. “Stephanie
was doing graduate-level work as an undergrad.
It’s a pleasure to be around someone
like that.”
For her part, Lake loved the freedom she
had as a student at Macalester. Her professors
“really did foster my creativity as an individual,
my right to go out on a limb, to not be told what to think about,” she says. “I was able to go
off the syllabus and do stuff that inspired me.”
Underlying Lake’s love of fashion was a
keen curiosity about the intersection between
culture and design. “I’ve always been fascinated
by issues of identity,” she says. “The objects
with which we surround ourselves and what we
put on our bodies are the first layer of that.”

Cashin died in 2000 at the age of 92,
leaving a two-paragraph will. Lake inherited
her clothes. More significantly, the executors
of Cashin’s estate asked Lake to decide what
belonged in Cashin’s design archive. At Lake’s
urging, a foundation was created that would
retain the rights to her collections and serve
as a resource.
After “secret-shopping” several museums,
Lake selected the Library of Special Collections
at the University of California–Los Angeles as
a permanent home for the archive. She was living
in Los Angeles four years ago, organizing
Cashin’s papers, when she got a call from the
University of Minnesota’s Goldstein Museum
of Design. The museum’s first exhibit had been
a Cashin retrospective and its curators wanted
to mark the institution’s 25th anniversary with
another Cashin show. (The Goldstein Museum
owns several Cashin designs.)
“Every season I see things that are copied right out of her collections,” says Lake. “They’re modernist staples.”
The Goldstein call brought Lake to the Twin
Cities, and on the last day of her visit, she
looked up a high school pal named Cory Lake.
The owner of a St. Paul store that specialized
in rare, handmade guitars, he had his own passion
for functional design. By the end of the
evening, each confessed to having long nursed
a secret crush on the other. They married soon
after. When Lake moved back to Minnesota a
year and a half ago, she bought herself a Valentino
black fox jacket as a homecoming present.
Cashin’s clothes now occupy a large, specially
outfitted and climate-controlled room
in the Lakes’ Minnetonka house. Because she
and Cashin were almost the same size, Lake
can—and does—wear most of the items, including
one-of-a-kind pieces Cashin designed
for herself. “There are several hundred coats,
hundreds of cashmere garments, 150 or more
handbags, a hundred pairs of gloves, umbrellas,
tote bags,” Lake says. “Living here, I have
a lot more opportunities to wear them than I
did in L.A.”
In addition to serving as creative director
of the Cashin Foundation, which is headquartered
in Manhattan, Lake is finishing her Ph.D.
at the BGC. Her master’s thesis chronicled the
years before the designer became a name; her
dissertation analyzes how Cashin “created her
persona and crafted her inimitable aesthetic
within the fashion industry.” Lake is also working
on a book based on the same research; when
it’s finished she’ll shop for a publisher.
In the meantime, Lake has turned her
professional eye to new targets. She recently
helped her husband design their Maple Grove
store called American Guitar & Band, and she
curated a photographic history of the local
music scene to decorate it.
She’s cautiously seeking a manufacturer
to reissue Cashin’s designs, and is always open
to exhibit proposals. (The Cashin Foundation
website, www.bonniecashinfoundation.org,
has online exhibits and other information,
including a timeline of the designer’s life
and career.)
As for the turquoise coat, it belongs to
Lake, too, though not by inheritance. As luck
would have it, the coat didn’t sell at auction
so Lake’s boss at Sotheby’s bought it for her.
She wore it to that first, life-changing meeting
with Cashin. And wears it still.
BETH HAWKINS is a freelance writer based in Minneapolis.