Gaia Repossi was only 21 when, in 2007, she was named creative and artistic director of her family’s jewelry house, but it was a fortuitous move. In the years since, she has ushered in a new era of creativity and buzz around Repossi, which was founded by her great-grandfather Costantino Repossi in Turin in the 1940s. Although trained as a painter at the Beaux-Arts of Paris, Gaia also earned a master’s degree in archaeology, and these two worlds intersect beautifully in her fine-jewelry creations as well as in her store concepts. (When in Paris, do stop by the newish Place Vendôme flagship, which was designed by Rem Koolhaas and his architecture firm, OMA.) This month, as Repossi celebrates the 10th anniversary of its Berbere Collection, which re-interprets the tattoos on the hands of the Tuareg Berbers, Gaia shares her key components to the good life. —Ashley Baker
Airline: An electric plane. When are they coming?
Airport: LAX.
Alibi: “I’m working remotely.” It’s the new trend!
Bag: Rimowa Original Trunk XL and recycled backpacks.
Bedtime: Around 10 p.m.
Bike: Schindelhauer.
Birthday: March 13.
Breakfast, weekday: A matcha latte and raw sprouted muesli.
Breakfast, weekend: Celery-and-cucumber juice, matcha latte, and the same muesli with fresh almond milk.
Car: Any electric version.
Child: Rosemary’s baby.
Cocktail: Dassai 23 sake.
Cocktail appetizer: Red sangria.
Couple: Always and never.
Date: Under the moonlight.
Diet: Plant-based.
Dinner, weekday: Veggie sandwiches.
Dinner, weekend: Recipes made with vegetables from the organic farmers’ market in my hood.
Disguise: Juliet’s angel costume from Baz Luhrmann’s 1996 film, Romeo + Juliet.
Dress:
Worn with pants.
ENEMY: Things that are average, generic, or indifferent.
ESCAPE: A wild desert landscape.
EXERCISE: Intensive Ashtanga yoga—I’ve been practicing an intensive Mysore series six days a week for the last 12 years. I alternate half-primary and half-secondary series every morning.
footwear: Bottega Veneta low army or cowboy boots.
Good-bye: Never!
Hideaway: Tree houses.
Hotel: I prefer staying in homes.
Jacket: Acid-washed denim.
Kiss-off: I’m always kissing.
Last Meal: Veggie sandwich.
Lunch, weekend: Vegan pad thai.
Movie: Wong Kar-wai’s Chungking Express.
Name: Gaia Costanza.
Neighbor: Cindy Sherman in Paris.
Nonfiction book: Sad Tropics, by Claude Lévi-Strauss.
Novel: Promise of Dawn, by Romain Gary.
Pants: Acid-washed denim by S.R. Studio, L.A.
Pet: My three Bengal cats.
Piece of advice: “Don’t fear failure.”
Podcast: MoMA’s Rauschenberg-interview recordings.
President: Obama.
Restaurant: Ogata in Paris.
Ride: My partner’s van.
Second spouse: My friend Lotta Volkova.
Singer: Thom Yorke.
Spouse: Louise Bourgeois.
Storm: I’ve always wanted to go to The Lightning Field, the land artwork in New Mexico created by artist Walter De Maria.
Television series: Twin Peaks.
Theme song to your life: “Satellite of Love,” by Lou Reed.
Time of day: 11 a.m.—the internal clock’s time for creative decisions.
Vacation: A deserted beach or natural reserve.
Victim: Our planet.
View: A never-ending seascape.
Work of art: “Puerto Rico,” by Robert Mapplethorpe.
Gaia’s Essentials
