assimo Vignelli, dressed entirely in black save for a tiny grid-motif silver pin beneath his Adam’s apple, lifts his eyes the full height of the leaded pains of the windows in his Manhattan apartment all the way to the ceiling, 21 feet above. It is a gargantuan living space, even if he stands over six feet tall himself. "It’s about the right size for my ego," he says. "Not to feel compressed."