Trussardi my pants.

I walk by this sign nearly every day as I head toward the metro. And every time I see it, the same line of questioning goes through my head:

What the hell is Trussardi My Pants?

Are these two separate stores? Or one place with an absurd name?

Or is Trussardi used here as a verb, as in I’d really like you to trussardi my pants.

Or I just trussardied my pants.

One of these days I’m going to work up the courage to ring the doorbell and figure it out.