of information that can be gleaned from published articles
or flamboyant photographs that thread their way through
the Internet. One particular image shows her in a brilliant
blue gown with her arms hovering midair and festooned by
loads and loads of bangles. She addresses the camera and
seductively thrusts a hip as deftly as any Hollywood celebrity.
Thus, we think we know her. Well, we don’t.
While it has been repeatedly noted that she’s from
Dallas’s most exclusive enclave, there’s more to the story.
“That’s true,” she says, “but we actually lived in the northern
part of University Park, close to Caruth. We had a two-bedroom, one-bath house and, back then, sheep grazed on
the property.” Consequently, her home was never remotely
considered close to the epicenter of Highland Park. Wilson
raises her eyebrows and pauses for a moment before rounding
out the scenario, “My parents had divorced and that was
rare back then. They were also alcoholics and pretty much
This is hardly the information expected to emerge from
the attractive socialite depicted in photographs at balls,
luncheons, and award ceremonies. But, equally importantly,
none of this is conveyed with shame, anger, or lament. If
that were the case, it wouldn’t be the story of Trisha Wilson.
In fact, if a page of advice mysteriously issued forth and was
dubbed “The Wisdom of Trisha,” a straightforward means
of dealing with everything would emerge. It would boil down
to “Always, always move forward and never take ‘no’ for an
answer.” In her case, she also makes it clear that a grand first
step is gratefulness for what you do have. She notes, “I went
to UT and studied architecture on the GI Bill. What that
actually means is that my parents were broke. But once I got
to Austin, I heard plenty of stories from other students and
many of them had a much more difficult time than I did.”
So there you have it. For anyone looking for a pity party,
there’s not one within a light year’s radius of Wilson’s radiant
center. As one of her colleagues effusively puts it, “She’s
just magnetic! She’s simply magnetic, isn’t she?” Yes, she is.
And perhaps now the vivacious blonde wearing bangles is
comprehended more accurately. Her svelte figure, spendy
jewelry, and splendidly cut hair are hardly de facto echoes of
her familial “Highland Park” homestead. Thus, her story is a
lesson writ large with regard to making assumptions.
What, however, is utterly evident is that Wilson created a
perfect storm of beauty, texture, and style that set the bar at
stratospheric heights for the world’s most lavish properties.
In fact, she handled projects that are so spectacular that
they invoke numb astonishment. A mere partial list reads
as follows: The Armani Hotel, Dubai, UAE; The Atlantis,
Dubai, UAE; The Elysian Hotel, Chicago; The Fairmont
Monte Carlo, Monaco; The Four Seasons Hotel, Hong Kong;
Ritz-Carlton Residences, Vail, Colorado; The Takanawa
Condominums, Tokyo; a private palace in Abu Dhabi, UAE;
and the lobby at The Venetian Macau Resort Hotel as well as
an equally lavish casino in Macau, China.
The Lost Chambers suites at the Atlantis, The Palm offer underwater views of the Ambassador Lagoon.