Her slight, toned, irrefutably sensual frame is all the more attention-grabbing because she is 58 and also a grandmother. Nine months ago, Romy, her daughter Julia Restoin Roitfeld’s baby girl, arrived, which the “birth” theme of CR Fashion Book’s inaugural issue commemorated. Roitfeld cherishes Romy. Her insistence that she is to be known to her as “babushka”, Russian for “grandmother” or “old woman” – her beloved late father was Russian – made the New York gossip columns, so shocking seemed to be the idea of Roitfeld embracing such a mature role. “Aging – I don’t like it all,” she admits. “I don’t care about wrinkles, I don’t have many. [This is true. She swears by facials and month-long stints at Chiva-Som, the Thai health spa her friend Kate Moss recommended to her.] But my body gets
them with her picks from the NET-A-PORTER rails. “Not a girl’s crush: a woman’s crush.”
Which explains why, when it comes to Roitfeld, the details are the most important thing. Today, those details are as follows: Her breakfast is hearty – oatmeal, a banana, blueberries and a Starbucks tea. Her outfit is sleek and entirely black. “I like black because it is easy,” she explains, referring to her Balenciaga pants as “jogging” (French fashion slang for casual tracksuit bottoms). On her feet, she sports furry, aprés-ski-type Céline boots (the snowy New York weather necessitating practicality) and on top, the type of tight, wool sweater that ballet dancers favor when warming up at the barre.
In fact, a one-hour ballet lesson
now kick-starts Roitfeld’s mornings
“AGING – I don’t like it all. I don’t care about WRINKLES, but my body gets TIRED”
each day. The exercise is “difficult” she says, but she swears by its physical benefits, which, as her signature body-con style regularly reveals, are clearly working.
Jacket by Rick Owens; skirt by Bottega Veneta; shoes and sunglasses Carine’s own