Miss Manhattan Hangs Out with Rob Roth

Bonjour, Monsieur.

Before we do anything else, Rob Roth reads my tarot cards. We cut the deck once, twice, three times sitting at his dining room table. Sprinkled across it are a red tile from a Valentino show in Paris, a white elephant teapot, some partly burnt palo santo sticks in a white ashtray. Above us hangs a chandelier dripping with juicy, clear baubles. The walls…