Does anyone wear a stack of bracelets with the panache or presence of Brooke Garber Neidich? Unlikely. The stylish New Yorker does have a professional advantage: her father, Sidney Garber, started a fine-jewelry business in Chicago in 1946, and Neidich has not only honored his legacy as its creative director but made the house something of an international sensation. When she isn’t dreaming up fantasies of diamonds, pearls, and bands of gold, she serves as a trustee of the Whitney Museum of American Art and of Lincoln Center Theater, and as a board member of the Child Mind Institute, which she co-founded. She gives all her profits to these and other causes close to her heart. Here, she shares her key components to the good life. —Ashley Baker
Airline: The one with no turbulence and no chatty seatmates. I’m still looking for it.
Airport: Rémy de Haenen Airport, in St. Barth’s.
Alibi: “Wait, what time is it?”
App: Merlin Bird ID, by Cornell Lab. It’s like Shazam for birds.
Bag: The Row makes a wonderful flat envelope with a zipper, and I always travel with two of them. I put my Kindle, iPad, AirPods, sleep mask, hand cream, lip balm, toothbrush, and toothpaste in them, and I don’t have to search through my carry-on when I want something. And when I get to where I’m going, they’re the perfect size for a clutch.
Bedtime: Way too late.
Bike: No, thank you. I’ll walk.
Birthday: Mine, on Christmas Eve, with friends at a long lunch and our feet in the sand.
Boyfriend/girlfriend: There’s nothing like a real girlfriend.
Breakfast, weekday: A few skim lattes from the Miele and White Moustache plain yogurt with Kind granola and fresh fruit.
Breakfast, weekend: At Bar Pisellino with Danner and a grandchild or two. Skim latte and either an almond cake or a little sandwich with curried egg salad—and, ideally, no spills.
Car: Anything as long as I’m not driving or giving directions.
Child: A grandson—any one of them. That’s why you don’t kill your children.
