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Day Out: Anna Netrebko Shops the Way She Sings: Exuberantly

If Anna Netrebko seemed especially energized during a shopping excursion last Saturday, it may have been the cayenne she mistakenly sprinkled on her breakfast kasha in place of the usual cinnamon.

As she herded her entourage along West 59th Street — her husband, the Azerbaijani tenor Yusif Eyvazov; her 8-year-old son, Tiago; and Miriam Fandino, Tiago’s longtime nanny — the scene was more multitasking wife and mother than Russian prima donna.

That is, until her sparkle-embedded Gucci sunglasses caught the sun and sprayed starbursts above the shaggy lamb’s wool collar of her Dries Van Noten coat.

Life is good for the 45-year-old superstar soprano.

In two days she would sing the title role of Puccini’s “Manon Lescaut” for the first time at the Metropolitan Opera, in what The Times would describe as a “bravura performance.” It also noted her maturing voice’s “alluring earthiness in the low register” and “the rainbow hues of her powerful top notes.” (Her performances run through Dec. 3.)

With rehearsals wrapped, she was able to indulge a favorite pursuit: holiday shopping for two Christmas celebrations, one at her home in Vienna and the other in Krasnodar, Russia, where she grew up.

“For me, it’s the biggest pleasure,” she said, tallying the 30 or so friends and family members on her list. “I buy and buy a mountain of presents, and then I buy the suitcases to carry them in.”

Her first stop: Crewcuts, the children’s department of J. Crew in the Time Warner Center. But not before being approached by two well-appointed women pushing strollers and speaking Russian.

Friends? No, fans wanting to chat, and Ms. Netrebko charmingly obliged as heads swiveled in her midst.

“They have beautiful things for girls,” she said, finally reaching her destination. She proclaimed a bedazzled purse shaped like a pizza slice “absolutely stunning.”

Snatching it up, along with a champagne tulle skirt scattered with glittery cherries, she headed toward a table of tops.

“So I take this, this, and how about this in black?” she said, holding up a T-shirt with a sequined bow appliqué. “So sweet.”

Total time, 10 minutes, max. Was she always this fast?

“Yes,” she said. A diva knows what a diva wants.

Ms. Netrebko is not the kind to wear sweatpants unless they are fancy, but her wardrobe and homes are an eclectic amalgam of high and low. A brief stop at T. J. Maxx revealed a pale pink clutch with leather flowers, and a Juicy Couture fragrance set deemed great for a teenager.

“I’ll wrap it up very nicely,” she said. “It’s all about the presentation.”

And in two blinks of a fluttery eyelash, she was off again — this time to MacKenzie-Childs, whose home furnishings she adores, as witnessed by the company’s “diva chair,” which has pride of place in her apartment.

Staring at a table of baubles, Tiago and his mother focused simultaneously on a blown-glass turkey dangling from a brass stand. Ms. Netrebko has an 18-pound bird ready to go for Thanksgiving, an American tradition she is claiming as her own while she makes New York her home base this year, the better to provide stability for Tiago, a gorgeously exuberant third-grader with autism.

“We don’t follow a specific religion,” she said. “We celebrate all that’s good.”

Sending her husband and son in the opposite direction, Ms. Netrebko took an Uber car downtown to one of her favorite stores, 3NY on Broome Street.

(Ms. Netrebko and Mr. Eyvazov met in the Rome Opera’s 2014 production of “Manon Lescaut,” in which he played des Grieux, the object of Manon’s desire. When they married a year and a half later, she wore a tiara worth 2 million euros — just over $2.1 million — that was on loan from Chopard, for which she is a brand ambassador.)

Along the way, she updated her Instagram account, whose 125,000 followers devour recipes, shopping tips and body-positivity messages from a star proud of her curves.

“A woman can be nice and big and beautiful,” she said. “I believe that.”

At 3NY, Ms. Netrebko raced through the racks like a dervish, piling things on the counter: A red clutch adorned with “Nutcracker” figurines. Coats embellished with a sequined Bugs Bunny and comic strip characters.

“They’ll be gifts,” she said, stroking two matching fox and bunny key chains made of mink. “Eventually.”

And the pièce de résistance: bejeweled Mickey Mouse ears, which she paired with a black coat embroidered with multicolored teddy bears.

Suddenly she froze, mesmerized by an oversize Birkenesque bag in fluorescent pink neoprene.

“Do you like the teddy bears and the Birkin together?” she asked, seeking approval she likely didn’t need. “It’s a terrible bag. Only I can put them together.”

Modeling the ears, the coat and bag, she made duck lips, took a selfie and posted it for the world to admire.

“It’s a party stopper,” Ms. Netrebko said. As if she couldn’t do that on her own.