Margot Robbie, Selena Gomez, Michelle Williams, and Dakota Johnson all have one thing in common, besides successful careers in Hollywood: they rely upon the sartorial advice of stylist Kate Young. But Young’s creative prowess extends beyond the art of dressing; she is also a frequent adviser to designers all over the world, and often lends her talents to advertising campaigns, magazine editorials, and runway shows. This month, she debuts her first line of jewelry, created in collaboration with Monica Vinader. Herewith, she shares her key components to the good life. —Ashley Baker
Airline: Singapore Airlines. Flew to Asia once … Still wearing the sweat suit.
Airport: Nice, because it means I’m in the South of France!
Alibi: “I was in a fitting.”
App: LiveAuctioneers.
Bag: A classic Chanel.
Bedtime: When there’s nothing left to say.
Bike: No!
Birthday: April 18. Send gifts!
Boyfriend/girlfriend: I gave that up.
Breakfast: Coffee … unless it’s room service.
Car: A Tesla, until I can find a white XJS like the one in Only Lovers Left Alive that actually runs.
Children: Stellan and Leif.
Cocktail: Vodka martini straight up with olives.
Cocktail appetizer: Something from William Poll.
Couple: Josef and Anni Albers.
Date: Victor Glemaud.
Diet: Tic Tacs and Tylenol.
Dinner, weekday: I’m in a new neighborhood these days, but it’s looking like it will be Mezzaluna.
Dinner, weekend: Upstate with friends.
Disguise: A wig.
Dress: Fortuny.
Drive:
A taxi in the rain at night in New York.
Enemy: Glitter.
Escape: Transcendental meditation.
First Lady/First Man: The Obamas.
Hideaway: Woodstock.
Hotel: Everything is perfect at La Colombe d’Or, in Saint-Paul de Vence.
Indulgence: The caviar-topped baked potato at the Nines.
Insult: “A legend in their own conversation.”
Jacket: Dior Homme from the Hedi years.
Lunch, weekday: At Sant Ambroeus in SoHo.
Lunch, weekend: At Tinker Taco Lab, in Woodstock.
Movie: Interiors.
Nonfiction book: Pain, Parties, Work, by Elizabeth Winder. It’s about Sylvia Plath’s summer as a guest editor at Mademoiselle.
Novel: Light Years, by James Salter.
Pants: Vintage Balenciaga by Nicolas Ghesquière.
Pet: Nagini the Siamese cat.
Podcast: Literary Friction.
Restaurant: Tetou, near Cannes. Perfect in my memory, now that it’s closed.
Saying: “Enculer les mouches,” which is French for “F*ck a fly in the ass.”
SHOES: Now that I live uptown, Belgian loafers.
Singer: Cate Le Bon.
Spouse: Keith Abrahamsson.
Television series: I’m currently obsessed with The Bear.
Theme song to your life: “These Days,” by Nico.
Time of day: Sunrise.
Toast: “To the absent ones.”
Vacation: Nosara or Sun Valley.
Victim: Can’t tolerate them.
Wake-up time: Way, way too early, sadly.
Weekend bag: A Louis Vuitton duffel that may now be considered vintage.
Works of art: Agnes Martin, Louise Bourgeois, Ellsworth Kelly drawings, Picasso ceramics …
Writing implement: Pentel Tradio 0.5 mm.
Kate’s Essentials
