“We’re ordering McDonald’s,” announces one of Toronto’s more glamorous PR pros when I shuffle into her extra-fashionable house, tucked away near Casa Loma, on a cul-de-sac shrouded in shrubbery that’s Lagerfeld-worthy.
“Would you like something?” follows up Natasha Koifman, her eyes Bambi-bright and her hair falling down in artful tussles.
One can’t say no to Mickey Dee fries, now can we? Paging UberEats.
High-low is something clearly not lost on the social media powerhouse, and founder of the eponymously named NKPR, standing here in a space that’s a cubist glass structure wedged into an older coach house with a red-bricked roof, attached at one point to a house that was once residence to long-gone rail magnate (and party animal) William Mackenzie.
In a home that is now a vision in black and white — contemporary Bel-Air, if you will — complete with a pang-causing collection of photography (see: the Bert Sterns original of Marilyn Monroe in one room), she’s surrounded by a phalanx of assistants, pinging out to-do lists.
Sometime later, when our guilty grub has arrived, and Koifman has changed into a plunging Zuhair Murad gown she’s picked out for the Toronto Star shoot we have planned, I notice the choice diamond on one of the fingers ducking into a packet of fries. On her own to-do list of late, as it happens: get engaged.