To her fans, Lisa Frank is almost as mythical a figure as her beloved unicorn. For women in their twenties, thirties, and forties, Frank’s name alone conjures up a specter of koala bears clinging to rainbow-flavored ice-cream cones, neon tiger cubs frolicking with surfing penguins, and, of course, majestic unicorns prancing before a swirl of hearts and stars. But the company is now a shadow of what it once was, and its fall from graceâa story of scandal, greed, and abuseâis in stark contrast to its shiny, happy aesthetic.
I feel like “Lisa Frank exposé” is the Jezebeliest thing.
I put a lot of effort and attention to detail into our costumes this year. I knitted her sweater and got her vintage Nikes. People in the neighborhood didn’t get it and just thought I was a lazy parent.