Don’t listen to the fans who call her “cool.” The leader of New York’s most admired fashion set is just a cuddlebug who really, really likes her friends.
“Welcome.” Maryam Nassirzadeh bestows her greeting upon me in a conspiratorially low voice. Although we are not in her Lower East Side mecca of a store, but in a mostly empty and softly lit Italian café near her home in New York’s NoHo neighborhood, it’s clear that Nassirzadeh is accustomed to making everywhere she goes into her own domain. Seated at the dining room’s first marble table, illuminated by the glow of the café’s cheese counter, this popularly anointed oracle
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