At first glance, Ralph Lauren’s high-rise head office on Manhattan’s Madison Avenue—a great big tower of glass and steel aggressively jutting skywards— doesn’t really tally with, well, Ralph Lauren. Until that is, the lift doors slide open on to the sixth floor and you’re immediately enveloped by what looks
like Ralph Lauren’s flagship on Bond Street—all cosy and low lit with wood-panelled walls, moody oil paintings, and love-worn leather sofas scattered with plaid cushions. They’ve even built a sweeping mahogany staircase into this modern skyscraper, to connect his design teams across its multiple floors.
Along a wide corridor is Ralph Lauren’s office. It’s overwhelmingly cluttered with curios, so much so you don’t know where to look first, let alone have any clue about where to set down a tall glass of water. Books are piled high on every surface; framed artworks, magazine covers and awards line the floor, propped up against all four walls. Look up and there are two 1950s plane models crafted in what looks like parchment paper, which swoop above a vintage-looking shiny black bicycle (a gift, never ridden). Silver-framed photographs of his impossibly good-looking family—his wife Ricky and their three children, Andrew, David and daughter Dylan, and five grandchildren— cover the desk, along with other knick-knacks such as a pair of tiny cowboy boots and an array of tin robots, toy cars and helicopters. A space no bigger than a dinner plate is left bare (probably not for Lauren to actually have lunch here, because why would you when you have your own Polo Bar restaurant a few blocks away and the promise of Ralph’s filet mignon).
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