I expected Rebecca Minkoff to be weirder. After the announcement that the fashion mogul-cum-social activist would be joining The Real Housewives of New York City, I felt certain that Bravo was courting a bread-and-butter eccentric type who might add some zhuzh to the cast entering its sophomore outing on the beloved reality TV series. The Housewives behemoth (which spans nine American franchises in some state of production) is, after all, known for exploring what happens when a group of self-possessed women move through the world, and toward one another, with blustering moxie as their primary fuel source. It’s Mad Max in its propensity for conflict, but with diamond-studded Miu Miu poplin shirts as the weapon of choice. It manages to repeatedly generate friction and smooth it over with the promise of a resolution, even if done through clenched teeth. Surely Rebecca Minkoff, a staple of the New York City style scene of the early aughts, whose brand first skyrocketed in popularity thanks to a fortuitous Jenna Elfman appearance on The Tonight Show with Jay Leno in 2001, would fit in well here. That’s, of course, the hope and the gamble.
In person, Minkoff appears in pointed contrast to RHONY’s proclivity for ostentatious displays of wealth. Perhaps for that reason, she will star as a “friend” of the housewives, rather than a housewife herself. She’s wearing a vintage Pearl Jam T-shirt (“I have a rule that I’ll only wear a band shirt if I like the band”), studded jeans, and studded Birkenstocks to match. She embodies what I imagine the Olsen twins would have aged into if they had kept the boho-chic aesthetic instead of ditching it for stealth wealth. “I have a mischievous side, but it’s never mean-spirited, and I don’t take myself that seriously,” she tells me. “I think people see ‘NYC designer, perfect Instagram imagery,’ but I’m really how you see me now: relaxed, casual. I love to have fun, and I love to laugh.”
We’re seated at a long table in her showroom in midtown Manhattan, a stone’s throw from Bryant Park, surrounded by rows and rows of shoes, bags, and other accessories that convey a business on the upswing from the economic fallout of the pandemic in 2020. “Pre-COVID, we were approaching $70 million in sales, and I watched 70 percent of that evaporate,” Minkoff says. The alluring incentive of brand exposure makes a lot of sense for a company that, as she says, was “barely making it through” during the pandemic. Now, as her namesake label approaches its 20th anniversary this spring, she’s looking to reframe the conversation. Sure, she’s got the book, the podcast, and a devoted legion of influencers behind her moto belt, but the show presents the chance to highlight the other side of her. “Why wouldn’t I take that opportunity, as a business decision, to say, ‘Let’s get back in front of my customer and regrow [the brand] back to its glory?’” And what better megaphone than Housewives, which, for a certain set, is practically a litmus test for staying relevant?