Vladimir Restoin Roitfeld Takes New York

Clad in head-to-toe black, Vladimir Restoin Roitfeld opens the wrought-iron-and-glass door to his prewar apartment building just steps from Fifth Avenue.

“I am so sorry that the elevators are broken,” he apologizes in his husky French accent, as he heads back to the service elevator, pulling its old-fashioned gate closed with an insouciant shrug. Read More