In September of 1969, David Yurman was a foreman in Hans Van de Bovenkamp’s sculpture studio in Greenwich Village when another young artist, named Sybil Kleinrock, walked in and applied for a job. Ten years later, they were married, and together they built a luxury brand that would change the game for American jewelry design. As the David Yurman brand enters its fourth decade, it unveils a new collection of amulets called Elements, drawing on the symbolism of the circle. Herewith, he reveals his key components to the good life. —Ashley Baker
Airline: Emirates.
Airport: Charles de Gaulle, in Paris.
App: DuckDuckGo.
Bag: Tom Bihn.
Bedtime: Whenever my eyes can’t stay open.
Birthday: Sybil’s party.
Breakfast, weekday: Homemade muesli.
Car: Range Rover.
Diet: No sugar.
Dinner, weekend: The Inn at Pound Ridge by Jean-Georges.
Dress: Cowboy casual.
Drive: Highway 1 through Big Sur.
Escape: Our cottage in Bedford, New York.
Fit: Loose.
Flaw: Taking on too much.
Hotel: San Ysidro Ranch, in Montecito, California.
Jacket: Barbour.
Neighbor: Richard Barrett, our friend and colleague.
Nonfiction book: Let My People Go Surfing: The Education of a Reluctant Businessman, by Yvon Chouinard.
pants: Paige black jeans.
Pet: Jessie and Nifty, my two quarter horses.
Piece of advice:
“It’s better to be kind than to be right.”
PRESIDENT: Abraham Lincoln.
RESTAURANT: Giorgione, which sadly closed.
RIDE: … with my horses.
Saying: “Be careful what you wish for … you might get it.”
SHOES: Loro Piana suede shoes.
Singer: Etta James.
Spouse: Sybil, for 52 years.
Theme song to your life: “Road to Nowhere,” by the Talking Heads.
Time of day: Gloaming hour, right after the sun sets.
Vacation spot: St. Barth’s.
Wake-up time: 8:30 a.m.
Weekend bag: Filson medium duffel.
Work of art: Anything by Cy Twombly.
WRITING IMPLEMENT: A Pilot Razor Point pen, with black ink.
David’s Essentials
