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Imagine waking up in your secluded New York apartment, your Yves Saint Laurent scented skin caressing your crisp, white Egyptian cotton sheets. Before heading to your extensive designer shoe collection to begin the day’s outfit choosing process, you trip on three years worth of French Vogue magazines and curse your mother for fabulously stacking them in the corner. While dressing, you choose the Versace gladiator sandals, a few vintage accessories and your Louis Vuitton blanket, just incase you opt for a brief picnic in Central Park. You are not human. You are Julia Roitfeld, Carine Roitfeld’s very own flesh and blood. Everyone wants to be be you. But nobody can. Instead, they choose to live vicariously through photos of your incredible apartment. 

Any chance you offer tours of your closet? 

 

GALLERY: Home Sweet Home: Julia Roitfeld’s NY Fashion Paradise

 

Thanks NY Mag and The Selby!