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UP FRONT
Her first marriage (to
a man) was a disaster,
but head over heels
with a new girlfriend,
Gabrielle Hamilton is
ready to try again
502
MEMOIR
In this excerpt from
her upcoming book
M Train, Patti Smith
recalls how, as a poet,
musician, and new wife,
she made a pilgrimage
to French Guiana
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LIVES
Szelena Gray, the feisty
COO of bipartisan Super
PAC Mayday, aims to fix
our broken campaign-
finance system—right now.
Robert Sullivan reports
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into GEAR
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MODEL LIYA KEBEDE WEARS A GIVENCHY BY
RICCARDO TISCI CORSET TOP AND A ROCHAS
SKIRT. PHOTOGRAPHED BY DAVID SIMS.
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NOSTALGIA
For Val Brelinski, who
grew up in an evangelical
community, a stolen
photograph of Marisa
Berenson epitomized
all the freedoms
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she was denied
flash
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IT GIRL
Billie Lourd
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TALKING FASHION
Cascading high-wattage
paillettes reveal a new
breed of disco dream
girl; retro neckties add
a touch of fifties-era
insouciance (page 580);
turn-of-the-century
detailing gets a modern
592 an eccentrically elegant 632
SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY line. By Sarah Mower CHAIN REACTION
recast with crisp lace and From outbreak-gripped
high collars (page 590) Liberia to earthquake-torn 622 Paco Rabanne hears
the call of disco cool
EN PLEIN AIR
572 Nepal, Kelly Suter goes
where no one else wants to The sculptor Marie
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ART Christophe moved
A new crop of chic,
young ceramists is
594 her family from Paris to
SNAKE CHARMERS
Marc Alary and
THE HAMISH FILES a bucolic 19th-century
Spinelli Kilcollin band
reinventing the potter’s country mansion—
together on jewelry
view
wheel with delicate, and she hasn’t
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handmade wares looked back. Hamish
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Bowles reports
WHEN IN CHROME
BOOK READY, STEADY 628 As a Frank Gehry
retrospective opens,
Kelly Klein’s photographs With his chic and elegantly EASY RIDER
capture the world sensual pieces and his Mulberry’s latest designers meld their
beyond the lens new handbag collection, collaboration revs high work with his legacy
Joseph Altuzarra proves
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TNT race. By Robert Sullivan SHOPPING WITH IN THE CLUB
Paging through the first MARGOT Nicholas Kirkwood’s
monograph dedicated 610 Lynn Yaeger takes a couture collection
to her historic family TWO FOR THE SHOW fanciful spin around town will walk you back
schloss, Elisabeth TNT Katie Hillier and with fall style heroine to the future
recalls a life less ordinary Luella Bartley launch Margot Tenenbaum C O N T I N U E D >2 24
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ART
Genieve Figgis’s paintings
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MOVIES & TV FORCES OF
FASHION
Fall brings no shortage
We now live amid a
of magnetic antiheroes
democracy of
682 images—how we
encounter style has
SCENE
Worth-the-wait openings been irrevocably
from five top chefs changed, and has
irrevocably changed
682 how we dress. “Forces
of Fashion” is a first-
DANCE
Choreographer Myles of-its-kind portfolio,
Thatcher pirouettes from those defining
into the spotlight the look of a new era
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TRAVEL HUSTLE & BUSTLE
Take the long way with Victoriana is the new
bespoke road trips buzzword, with today’s
across the States social buccaneers
cover look
summer weekend
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EMPIRE RISES BEAUTY
The stars of TV’s
hottest hip-hop drama, QUEEN
its creator Lee Daniels,
and the musician The
Weeknd step out in
sensational style. By
Jonathan Van Meter
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As forward-thinking
cosmetic surgery
welcomes a new era of
subtlety over shock
video
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All of the star sightings worth noting are
registered, distilled, and analyzed daily.
It happens so fast that it feels like real time.
CULTURE PREVIEW
Our seasonal report covers this
fall’s important TV and film premieres,
the New York and Toronto film festivals,
the Emmy Awards, and the biggest
music, literary, and art happenings.
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spotted outside the shows. Every day, we takes us on a tour
identify the best street style seen at the of her low-key lake
spring 2016 collections on Vogue.com. house two hours
outside Toronto.
Here she spends
time with her
husband, Rande
Gerber, and their
two teenagers,
waterskiing,
paddleboarding,
and hanging out
on the dock. To see
more of how Cindy
lives the simple life,
go to Vogue.com.
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Color THEORY
We asked editorial makeup artist and English cool girl
Hannah Murray to break the conventional summer-
beauty rules, and she delivered. In a series of video
shorts, she demonstrates enough out-of-the-box makeup
statements on model Vanessa Moody—from a dash
of lavender on the lids to a painterly bolt of Pop Art–blue
eyeliner—to carry you through the rest of the season.
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by Emily Bazelon, page 762), and Trevor Noah, the South
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while, is a young man whose very birth, to
an African Xhosan mother and a Cauca-
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L.A. STORIES
I was so happy to read “Valley Girl,”
by Chiara Barzini [Nostalgia, June].
Four months ago, I moved to Los An-
geles from Kiev, Ukraine. Even though
I thought I was well prepared for the
change, I am still struggling. But deep
down, I know this difficult time will be
worth it in the end. Ms. Barzini’s article
came as a sign that I am on the right
track—an encouraging hug from an
older, wiser friend. I just wish I could
hug this friend back.
Olga Baker
Malibu, CA
PLENTY TO GO AROUND
Thank you for the article on Peruvian
food in your June issue [“Latin Lessons,”
by Jeffrey Steingarten, photographed
by Eric Boman]. I teach American
Civilization to 1865 at the University of
Alabama. The mention of Peru as the
birthplace of the potato and cacao made
me smile, as this is exactly what I want
the students to know: Food, like people,
is often reinvented as it moves through
time. Reading your article, I realized this
piece could be a primary source, since
even new documents count as a way to
understand how people live in a certain
period. Thanks for reminding me, and I
hope students as well, how people from
different places encounter and enjoy
food no matter our differences.
Sharony Green
Tuscaloosa, AL
T
he question is no longer if Taylor Swift’s fa-
mous friends will make guest appearances at
her concerts; the question is how many will be
there. At one recent performance at MetLife
Stadium, for instance, Lena Dunham strutted
alongside Gigi Hadid, Hailee Steinfeld, and Lily Aldridge
before the high priestess of pop summoned the U.S.
women’s national soccer team to her runway of a stage,
the newly victorious athletes brandishing an American
flag taller than most of Swift’s fans. The biggest surprise
appearance of the night, however, was Abel Tesfaye, who
goes by his stage name The Weeknd. Watching Swift’s
legions chant the innuendo-laden lyrics of “Can’t Feel
My Face”—the first single off his latest LP, the much-
anticipated Beauty Behind the Madness—made it clear
that the mainstream momentum behind the mysterious
Ontario-born R&B virtuoso is reaching a fever pitch.
Just days later, that was confirmed when Tesfaye’s track
reached the top spot on iTunes’s songs chart.
“Abel has an incredible talent for creating music for
the masses without losing his credibility,” says producer
Savan Kotecha, a pop-music savant who helped shep-
herd The Weeknd’s new album. “It’s a tightrope that he’s
becoming a master of.” A onetime force behind Drake’s
moody rap music, Tesfaye wields a wounded lyricism
of his own and a voice that has prompted comparisons
to Prince and Michael Jackson. Some might even say
that his hair alone deserves icon status. But with Beauty
Behind the Madness, which features production by Max
THE WEEKND,
Martin, the Swede largely responsible for Ms. Swift’s own WEARING
metamorphosis from country star to global powerhouse, A DOLCE &
GABBANA SUIT.
The Weeknd is set to become the poster child of post- PHOTOGRAPHED
modern R&B and another symbol of its integration into BY MARIO
TESTINO
the music machine.—MARK GUIDUCCI
ELLENBERG WITH
HER RESCUED
CELIA Ellenberg
PET, LOLA, IN This issue marks the first for
VINEGAR HILL,
Vogue’s new Beauty Director. The
CONTRIBUTORS> 476
VOGUE.COM
contributors BAZELON,
PHOTOGRAPHED
BY NINA SUBIN
RAQUEL Zimmermann
“Dartmoor National Park is one of the
most enchanting places I have ever
been. The lush greenery of the moss-
covered forest was just breathtaking!”
THE MODEL ON THE LOCATION FOR “INTO THE WOODS,” PAGE 744
Emily BAZELON
“What struck me most about
Loretta Lynch is her ability to look ZIMMERMANN
IN YVES SAINT
LAURENT,
you in the eye—and keep looking.” PHOTOGRAPHED
BY BRUCE WEBER,
THE WRITER ON HER EXPERIENCE WITH THE ATTORNEY VOGUE, 2012
GENERAL (“MAKING HER CASE,” PAGE 762)
TESTINO IN
BEVERLY HILLS
MARIO Testino
“I wanted to capture a
strong, sexy Beyoncé,
and I wanted to have
her input—I wanted
her to be a part of
the whole process.
She was up for all the
ideas we proposed.”
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Elizabeth
DEBICKI
“I’m really
nomadic and it’s
a bit mad. But
regardless of
how exhausted
you are, it’s also
a great way to
DEBICKI, WEARING live your life.”
AN H&M TOP AND
A DEMYLEE SKIRT. THE ACTRESS ON HER
PHOTOGRAPHED ITINERANT LIFESTYLE
BY SCOTT TRINDLE (“STEAL OF THE
MONTH,” PAGE 794)
DAVID Sims
D E BI CK I : FAS HI O N E D ITO R: SA RA M OO N V ES. HA I R, LU KE H ERS HESO N ; M A KEUP, LAUR EN PARSONS. D ETAILS, SEE IN TH IS ISSUE.
SIMS,
PHOTOGRAPHED
BY JULIAN DANN
“The direction
fashion is moving
in still varies
from house to
house, but I can’t
help noticing that
there’s a lot more
‘looking back’ on
design for ideas.
We’re all doing it.”
SIMS, A CONTRIBUTING
PHOTOGRAPHER FOR
“FORCES OF FASHION”
(PAGE 697), ON TRENDS
IN THE INDUSTRY
I do.
I don’t.
I do.
Her first marriage
(to a man) was a
disaster, but in the
wake of a historic
Supreme Court
ruling, and head
over heels with
a new girlfriend,
GABRIELLE
HAMILTON is
ready to try again.
T
he first marriage I knew, my own parents’, I baby forced to take afternoon naps, but a real kid, with three
mostly and most vividly remember the end- fascinating, unruly older brothers who swore and smoked
ing of. Enraged, my father cleared the laden and drove, and a teenage sister with a record player, and my
lunch table in one sweep of his arm—mustard, own three-speed bike.
cornichons, radishes, salami, hard-boiled egg, At dinner parties my parents were, each of them, indi-
scattered across the terra-cotta floor—and vidually, gorgeous and funny and charming, and they each
walked outside; my mother dropped her chin to her chest, glittered their own significant wattage: my mother the French
rolled her eyes, and operatically guffawed. A Maria Callas of ballet dancer with the cat-eye black liner of the era, and the
derision and scorn. hair pulled back in a perfect chignon, and the heavily used Le
There are a few earlier, less dramatic impressions I have of Creuset pots simmering on the stove with coq au vin. And my
that final period of their marriage: my dad’s china dinner plate, father, with his sideburns and the aviator sunglasses, design-
at the table set for seven, unused and awaiting his arrival home ing the sets for Broadway shows, taking us to Manhattan
from work, still sitting there empty long after the remaining six at Christmas to eat chicken Kiev at the Russian Tea Room.
of us had finished eating, clearing, scraping, washing, drying, They shone bright, those two, but not with each other or for
and putting away. My mom’s separate bedroom up in the attic- each other or to each other.
like turret of the house, with a slanted skylight view over the I couldn’t say that I noticed at the time, but when I was a
woods of rural Pennsylvania. Our annual monthlong summer little older and sifting through the rubble of their divorce,
vacations to France that my dad paid for but didn’t join except it seemed that they didn’t live much of life together, in
for one slim fraction of, and in the photos of those vacations tandem. She raised the children; he was at work. He went
the six of us are glowing from weeks of sun and baguettes and skiing; she stayed home. I saw them hug, once. And kiss—
moules and frites and Camembert and he’s looking pale and not even once.
JU LI A G I LLA R D
jet-lagged and unable to catch up. It must have been dazzling to have known them earlier
I was not paying attention to their disintegrating marriage; on, when they were building their life, but I am the young-
I was having just the very best time coming alive, no longer a est of their five children, and by the time U P F R O N T> 4 9 3
T
he girls I loved, I loved so much and they loved describe as despicable and debasing, for both of us, equally.
me. And we were so many of the things I had We didn’t live together, we didn’t really meet each other’s
insisted, as a thirteen-year-old, married people friends or know each other’s work—he never asked me about
ME LA N I E DUN E A /CP I @ M YLASTSU P P ER
should be to and for each other. But still, at that my writing, he barely ate my cooking. I have never been as
time, it was a given that to be gay was, by defini- cruel and shrill and violent as I was during this time, and I have
tion, to be forever unmarried and childless. We all knew some never been so emotionally starved and intellectually dismissed.
discreet elderly couple who had lived together for decades, as And the really incredible part is that through it all, I recog-
spinsters or curious eternal bachelors, but same-sex marriage nized that I could love it. Not him, but it. Marriage.
was not yet a political agenda. When you realized you were I worked doggedly to stay focused on the bright spots.
gay and when you became determined to declare it and live it, With intention and in quick succession, we had two
you prepared yourself by first fearing and then tremendously children: beautiful, beloved, remarkable, adored, thank-
grieving the loss of all that would not be yours. God-we-had-the-good-sense-to-do-that U P F R O N T> 4 9 4
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n June 2015, seven months after Ashley and I had to wait our whole lives to meet each other. And have shared
already given each other the rings and tattooed our many an incredulous, indignant hour that this—this immea-
flesh and wept our tears, the Supreme Court legalized surably kind and luminously thoughtful thing that we and
gay marriage across the entire country, and what had thousands of others exactly like us have been doing—has
been inconceivable 30 years ago was now possible, been so long denied an equal legal status and protection, for
not just for some couples in some certain states, but the mere fact of our same sex.
for everybody in all of them. But then having to wait gave me the time to become excep-
Ashley’s own parents had divorced by the time she was tionally clear and unwaveringly determined about the things
three. Her father remarried once, and her mother went on to I know our marriage can be.
remarry, and divorce, twice more by the time Ashley was sev- I know and believe everything now that I knew and be-
enteen. While in college, she interned in the public-policy de- lieved then, but now I don’t have to waste 30 years—none of
partment of the New York City Gay and Lesbian Community us do—talking myself out of knowing it.
In this excerpt from her upcoming book M Train, PATTI SMITH recalls how,
as a poet, musician, and new wife, she made a pilgrimage to French Guiana.
I
n 1965 I had come to New York City from South In 1978 I came into a little money and was able to pay
Jersey just to roam around, and nothing seemed a security deposit toward the lease of a one-story building
more romantic than to write poetry in a Greenwich on East Tenth Street. It had once been a beauty parlor but
Village café. I finally got the courage to enter Caffè stood empty save for three white ceiling fans and a few folding
Dante on MacDougal Street. The walls were cov- chairs. My brother, Todd, and I whitewashed the walls and
ered with printed murals of the city of Florence and waxed the wood floors. Two wide skylights flooded the space
scenes from The Divine Comedy. with light. I spent several days sitting beneath them at a card
A few years later I would sit by a low window that looked table, drinking deli coffee and plotting my next move.
out into a small alley, reading Mrabet’s The Beach Café. A In the end I was obliged to abandon my café. Two years be-
young fish-seller named Driss meets a reclusive, uncongenial fore, I had met the musician Fred Sonic Smith in Detroit. It was
codger who has a café with only one table and one chair an unexpected encounter that slowly altered the course of my
on a rocky stretch of shore near Tangier. The slow-moving life. My yearning for him permeated everything—my poems,
atmosphere surrounding the café captivated me. Like Driss, my songs, my heart. We endured a parallel existence, shuttling
F RE DE RI C K S MI T H/ PATT I S MI T H A RCHI V E
I dreamed of opening a place of my own: the Café Nerval, back and forth between New York and Detroit, brief rendez-
a small haven where poets and travelers might find the sim- vous that always ended in wrenching separations. Just as I was
plicity of asylum. mapping out where to install a sink and a coffee machine, Fred
I imagined threadbare Persian rugs on wide-planked floors, implored me to come and live with him in Detroit. I said good-
two long wood tables with benches, a few smaller tables, and bye to New York City and the aspirations it contained. I packed
an oven for baking bread. No music no menus. Just silence what was most precious and left all else behind. I didn’t mind.
black coffee olive oil fresh mint brown bread. Photographs The solitary hours I’d spent drinking coffee at the card table,
adorning the walls: a melancholic portrait of the café’s name- awash in the radiance of my café dream, were enough for me.
sake, and a smaller image of the forlorn poet Paul Verlaine in Some months before our first wedding anniversary Fred
his overcoat, slumped before a glass of absinthe. told me that if I promised to give him a M E M O I R > 5 0 6
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t 70, Genet was reportedly in poor health and dismembered fruits, Fred’s ever-present guitar picks.
most likely would never go to Saint-Laurent Around noon a cement worker drove us outside the ruins
himself. I envisioned bringing him its earth and of the Saint-Laurent prison. There were a few stray chickens
stone. Though often amused by my quixotic scratching in the dirt and an overturned bicycle, but no one
notions, Fred did not make light of this self- seemed to be around. Our driver entered with us through
imposed task. He agreed without argument. I wrote a letter a low stone archway and then just slipped away. The com-
to William Burroughs, whom I had known since my early pound had the air of a tragically defunct boomtown. Fred
20s. William, close to Genet and possessing his own romantic and I moved about in alchemical silence, mindful not to
sensibility, promised to assist me in delivering the stones. disturb the reigning spirits.
Preparing for our trip, Fred and I spent our days in the In search of the right stones, I entered the solitary cells,
Detroit Public Library studying the history of Suriname and examining the faded graffiti tattooing the walls. Hairy balls,
French Guiana. Fred bought maps, khaki clothing, traveler’s cocks with wings, the prime organ of Genet’s angels. Not here,
checks, and a compass; cut his long, lank hair; and bought I thought. I looked around for Fred. He had found a small
a French dictionary. When he embraced an idea he looked graveyard. I saw him paused before a headstone that read, son
at things from every angle. He did not read Genet, however. your mother is praying for you. He stood there for a long
He left that up to me. time looking up at the sky. I left him alone and inspected the
We flew on a Sunday to Miami and stayed for two nights outbuildings, finally choosing the earthen floor of the mass
in a roadside motel. We ate red beans and yellow rice in Little
Havana and visited Crocodile World. The short stay readied As we approached Kourou we sensed
us for the extreme heat we were about to face. In Grenada
and Haiti, all passengers had to deplane while the hold was a shift. We were entering a military zone
searched for smuggled goods. We finally landed in Suriname
at dawn; a handful of young soldiers armed with automatic cell to gather the stones. It was a dank place the size of a small
weapons waited as we were herded into a bus that transported airplane hangar. Heavy, rusted chains were anchored into the
us to a vetted hotel. The first anniversary of the 1980 military walls illuminated by slim shafts of light. Yet there was still some
coup that overthrew the democratic government was loom- scent of life: manure, earth, and an array of scuttling beetles.
ing: an anniversary just days before our own. I dug a few inches seeking stones that might have been
After a few days bending in the heat of the capital city of pressed by the hard-calloused feet of the inmates or the soles
Paramaribo, a guide drove us 150 kilometers to the town of heavy boots worn by the guards. I carefully chose three
of Albina on the west bank of the Maroni River bordering and put them in an oversize Gitanes matchbox, leaving the
French Guiana. The pink sky was veined in lightning. Our bits of earth clinging to them. Fred offered his handkerchief
guide found a young boy who agreed to take us across by to wipe the dirt from my hands and then made a little sack for
pirogue, a long dugout canoe. We pushed off in a light rain that the matchbox. He placed it in my hands, the first step toward
swiftly escalated into a torrential downpour. The boy handed placing them in the hands of Genet.
me an umbrella and warned us not to trail our fingers in the We didn’t stay long in Saint-Laurent. We went seaside but
water. I suddenly noticed the river teeming with tiny black the turtle reserves were off-limits, as they were spawning. Fred
fish. Piranha! He laughed as I quickly withdrew my hand. spent a lot of time in the bar, talking to the fellows. The men
In an hour or so the boy dropped us off at the foot of a seemed to respect him, regarding him without irony. He had
muddy embankment. He dragged his pirogue onto land that effect on other men. I was content just sitting on a crate
and joined some workers beneath a length of black oilcloth outside the bar staring down an empty street I had never seen
stretched over four wooden posts. They seemed amused by and might never see again.
our momentary confusion and pointed us in the direction For the most part I kept to myself. Occasionally I caught
of the main road. As we struggled up a slippery knoll, the glimpses of the maid, a barefoot girl with long, dark hair.
calypso beat of Mighty Swallow’s “Soca Dance” wafted from She smiled and gestured but spoke no English. She tidied our
a boom box. We tramped through the empty town, finally room and washed our clothes. In gratitude I gave her one of
taking cover in a bar. Two men were drinking Calvados. Fred my bracelets, a gold chain with a four-leaf M E M O I R > 5 1 3
T
he primary mis- was concerned.
sion accom- The hotel was to our lik-
plished, we had ing. We drank French brandy
no ultimate des- from a paper sack and slept
tination; we were wrapped in layers of mos-
free. But as we approached quito netting. In the morning
Kourou we sensed a shift. we explored Cayenne. It was
We were entering a military zone and hit a checkpoint. The Carnival time, and the city was all but deserted. Overcrowded
driver’s identity card was inspected and after an interminable ferries departed for Devil’s Island. Calypso music poured
stretch of silence we were ordered to get out of the car. Two of- from a mammoth disco in the shape of an armadillo. There
ficers searched the front and back seats, finding a switchblade were a few small souvenir stands with identical fare: thin,
with a broken spring in the glove box. That can’t be so bad, I red blankets made in China and metallic blue raincoats. But
thought, but as they knocked on the trunk our driver became mostly there were lighters, all kinds of lighters, with images
markedly agitated. Dead chickens? Maybe drugs. They circled of parrots, spaceships, and men of the Foreign Legion. There
around the car, and then asked him for the keys. He threw was nothing much to keep one there, yet we stayed in Cayenne
them in a shallow ravine and bolted but was swiftly wrestled until our anniversary as if bewitched.
to the ground. I glanced sidelong at Fred. He betrayed no On our last Sunday, women in bright dresses and men in
emotion and I followed his lead. top hats were celebrating the end of Carnival. Following their
They opened the trunk. Inside was a man who looked to makeshift parade on foot, we ended up at Rémire-Montjoly,
be in his early 30s curled up like a slug in a rusting conch a commune southeast of the city. The revelers dispersed. Fred
shell. He seemed terrified as they poked him with a rifle and and I stood mesmerized by the emptiness of the long, sweep-
ordered him to get out. We were all herded to the police head- ing beaches. It was a perfect day for our anniversary and I
quarters, put in separate rooms, and interrogated in French. couldn’t help thinking it was the perfect spot for a beach café.
The commander arrived, and we were brought before him. Fred went on before me, whistling to a black dog somewhat
He was barrel-chested with dark, sad eyes and a thick mus- up ahead. There was no sign of his master. Fred threw a stick
tache that dominated his careworn face. Fred quickly took into the water and the dog fetched it. I knelt down in the sand
stock of things. I slipped into the role of compliant female, for and sketched out plans for an imaginary café with my finger.
in this obscure annex of the Foreign Legion it was definitely
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a man’s world. I watched silently as the human contraband, From the book M Train by Patti Smith. © 2015 by Patti
stripped and shackled, was led away. Fred was ordered into Smith. Published by Alfred A. Knopf, an imprint of the Knopf
the commander’s office. He turned and looked at me. stay Doubleday Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random
calm was the message telegraphed from his pale blue eyes. House LLC.
On
the
Money
Szelena Gray, the
feisty COO of
bipartisan Super PAC
Mayday, aims to fix
our broken campaign-
finance system—
right now. ROBERT
SULLIVAN reports.
T
hough Szelena Gray is only 30, she seems to corporations now free to donate mil- BULLISH ON REFORM
have lived through a thousand elections— lions at a time (before the landmark GRAY IN FRONT OF
ARTURO DI MODICA’S
enough that she can sit down with you in 2010 Supreme Court ruling in the CHARGING BULL.
a café just off Harvard Square and dia- Citizens United case, donations were PHOTOGRAPHED
ANTON CORBIJN.
BY
gram a whole other American political capped at $5,000), those numbers SITTINGS EDITOR:
PHYLLIS POSNICK.
landscape. On this afternoon, Gray, a ris- are about to escalate tremendously
ing star among professional activists, is once the campaign season begins in earnest. And with 96
describing the pernicious influence of Super PACs. “A Super percent of Americans agreeing on the dire need for reform,
PAC is basically a vehicle for hijacking the democratic elec- campaign finance has become one of the few hot-button
tion process,” she says. “We want to hijack the process back.” issues candidates from both parties are talking about—in
Tall, with long dark hair, and dressed in jeans and a T- the hopes of, as Hillary for America spokesperson Chris-
shirt, Gray nonetheless has the air of a woman wearing tina Reynolds says, “stopping the endless flow of secret,
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(DETAIL) © ARTURO DI MODICA, 1989. DETAILS, SEE IN THIS ISSUE.
Charles James in a noir film. She’s talking about campaign- unaccountable money into our political system.”
finance machinations with a theorist’s passion as she de- Talk about a fix generally revolves hazily around the
scribes the project that has occupied her since last year: need for a constitutional amendment to impose limits on
Mayday, a crowd-funded, nonpartisan Super PAC (Political spending—something Clinton, for one, has long been on the
Action Committee) designed expressly to “end all Super record as supporting. Such a fix, though, given the glacial
PACs.” (Super PACs are fund-raising entities with no limits pace of constitutional reform, would likely be a generation
on what they can spend to elect or defeat candidates; they away. “Amending the constitution is a 20-year fight,” says
require constant fund-raising, and typically make politicians Gray. She aims to fix the system now.
beholden to their biggest donors.) Gray, Mayday’s chief operating officer, works as quickly
The escalation of this raise-and-spend mentality is noth- as she thinks and talks: Within just 65 days of its launch in a
ing short of astonishing: While Mitt Romney’s Super PAC turnkey office in Harvard Square last May 1, the organiza-
raised $12 million in the first six months of 2011 during the tion—using primarily social media and blogging—crowd-
last election cycle, Jeb Bush’s Super PAC has already raised funded an astounding $7 million, working with the Obama
$103 million—the GDP of a small nation. At the moment, campaigns’ famed digital strategists Stephen Geer and Dan
Hillary Clinton’s Super PAC fund-raising is far behind at McSwain, among others. Earlier this year at SXSW (note
more than $24 million—but with both individuals and the millennial targeting), Mayday announced L I V E S > 5 5 1
G
ray was born in Orlando, Florida, her father hypercharged skills and speed of execution that she has
an artist and Hungarian political refugee, her in abundance.
French-born mother an occasional runway “Obviously, it’s a huge challenge,” she said—speaking
model in Paris. As a child she lived in L.A., of RFA, though she may as well have been talking about
Nice, and eventually Cocoa Beach, Florida, everything she does. “But it’s all young people, and politics is
near her maternal grandfather, who was a nuclear engineer a radically fast-moving landscape. There’s a lot of creativity
at NASA. A sense of justice announced itself early: Gray right now—and a lot of desire to really make change.” When
was suspended from school twice at the age of eleven, once I checked in with Gray again in July, she was—after almost
for protesting the fact that only girls were required to practice continuous stints of shuttle advocacy between New York
cartwheels in gym class. “I thought my teacher was exercising and Washington—about to take a smartphone-free trip with
a certain amount of sexism in the way he ran things,” she says. her boyfriend to the wilds of Puerto Rico (“completely off
“I had disciplinary problems, yes—I was also a straight-A stu- the grid,” she said) before dedicating herself wholly to the
dent.” After a degree in religion and women’s studies from the
University of Florida, she entered Harvard Divinity School,
hoping to become a religion professor. As Rawi Abdelal, a
While Mitt Romney’s Super PAC
political economist who taught a graduate seminar on politics raised $12 million in the first
in post-Communist countries, remembers, “Szelena was far
and away the person whom everybody wanted to hear. She’s six months of 2011 during the last
brilliant, incredibly insightful, and genuinely visionary.”
By the time she graduated, Gray was steeped in critical
election cycle, Jeb Bush’s Super PAC
theory—but unprepared to make the rent. “I knew more has already raised $103 million—
about Hannah Arendt than how to write a memo,” she says.
But she is a quick study, and in 2010 she answered a job list- the GDP of a small nation
ing for an economist’s personal assistant. Lawrence Lessig,
the Roy L. Furman Professor of Law at Harvard and a 2016 election fight. She’d been working her way through
renowned Internet-freedom advocate, hired her immediately. Camus’s The Myth of Sisyphus and Zephyr Teachout’s
In a little more than a year she was running Rootstrikers, Corruption in America, along with Steinbeck’s East of Eden
a nonprofit that Lessig had started with Joe Trippi, the (“I love that matter-of-fact, clear-eyed lens,” she says of
Democratic political consultant, after Lessig had pivoted Steinbeck). But she was also ecstatic about Mayday’s lat-
to the cause of election-finance reform. Three years later, est inroads: In the previous week two more senators and
Lessig and company notched up his reform ideas, and Gray three more Representatives had cosponsored campaign
was running Mayday. “She understands how people feel,” finance–reform legislation. With the rest of her team, she
Lessig says, “and she makes them feel respected.” On their was also orchestrating the Super PAC’s next phase, as they
first day Lessig and Gray and a group of others, including transitioned from voter mobilization and organization to
the noted Republican political strategist Mark McKinnon, putting their money behind carefully selected campaigns.
raised $200,000. Though it may be structurally radical, Gray considers her
One hundred and fifty-three legislators have already co- mission far more practical and pragmatic than partisan. She
signed reform legislation. “By 2016, we need 70 new allies for likes to point out that the 1948 Congress, famously labeled
reform,” Gray says. (“That’s pretty ambitious,” she admits in “do nothing” by Harry Truman, passed 900 or so bills;
her next breath.) Once elected, those congressional reformers last year our Congress, mired in politicized fund-raising,
will pass PAC-restrictive legislation under a new president passed 224. “We’re in it to win it because we have to,” she
whose feet have been—and this is where Mayday’s upcoming says. “Whenever anybody says, ‘Oh, our democracy doesn’t
grassroots efforts come in— held to the finance-reform fire work,’ I just want to say, ‘I’m sorry—it has to work, and I’m
during the campaign. going to be here until it does.’ ”
I
n the summer of 1970,
when I was nearly four-
teen, I spent my morn-
ings in a church basement
teaching vacation Bible
study to grade-schoolers
and my afternoons in a
corner of the public library, poring
over back issues of Vogue. The pe-
riodical room’s only other habitual
occupants were two retired farmers
who dozed with their hands folded
across their overall bibs. We delib-
erately ignored one another as we
engaged in our silent pastimes.
While Seventeen and Mademoi-
selle featured models that looked
like the popular girls in my town—
all smooth hair and sweet, docile
smiles—the ordinary rules of femi-
ninity didn’t apply to the women in
Vogue. They wore feathered head-
dresses and velvet cloaks and mini-
skirts made of metal. They lunged
and scowled through forests and
souks and ballrooms, unconcerned
about summers spent detasseling
corn or next year’s Algebra II class.
Even in our conservative pocket
of rural Idaho, where the sixties
only showed up midway through
the seventies, my family and I were
considered strange. My parents
were devout evangelical Christians,
and our modest clothing, out-of-
Untamed
date hairstyles, and nonparticipa- SHINING ARMOR
BERENSON, IN
tion in nearly every popular activity EMANUEL UNGARO,
cemented our outsider status. My PHOTOGRAPHED
BY IRVING PENN FOR
father soberly pushed an old rotary VOGUE, 1969.
Heart
mower across our front lawn in a
long-sleeved shirt and tie. My mother eschewed all makeup
and bared her legs and upper arms only when medically nec-
essary. According to our church manual, we evangelicals were
to be “in the world, but not of the world.” Circuses, bowling
alleys, card playing, dancing, swimming, makeup, flashy
jewelry, and immodest dressing of any kind were forbidden.
I adhered to the rules, yet I dreamed of escape. My fan-
For VAL BRELINSKI, who grewup in
tasies involved living in a high-ceilinged, many-windowed an evangelical community, a stolen
apartment and wearing minidresses with colored tights and
platform Mary Janes. I would be a painter and visit museums photograph of Marisa Berenson epitomized
and coffee shops and bars, where I would meet strangers all the freedoms she was denied.
who smoked exotic-smelling cigarettes. I had no idea how I
would become this fascinating person, but I knew that this
CO ND É N AST A RC HI V E
kind of life was possible because I had seen it all in the pages After several months of these library visits, I came home from
of Vogue. With a razor blade that I’d filched from my father’s school one day to find my mother standing in my bedroom,
Gillette, I took to stealthily slicing my favorite photos out of my Pee-Chee folder on the bedspread. Next to it was a pho-
the magazine and sliding them into the battered Pee-Chee tograph of Marisa Berenson wearing an armored miniskirt,
folder I stored in the back of my basement bedroom closet. a peace-sign body ornament, and little N O S TA L G I A > 5 6 0
A
s I grew older, my parents’ restrictions became in Idaho now seemed more imaginary than anything I had
increasingly confining: If I dared to listen to invented in my fiction. My parents finally quit asking me if I
the popular station on my transistor radio or was attending church or meeting any nice evangelical friends.
talk too long on the phone with a boy, I would They didn’t mention the wine bottles they saw on my kitchen
find myself banished once again from family shelf during their one visit to California.
mealtimes. Grocery bags and locked doors became more and Not too long ago, my mother and I sat outside on my
more common, and I was desperate to find ways to subdue parents’ patio, reminiscing about days gone by. In the six
this sting. My first move involved waitressing at our town’s years since I had left Idaho, my father had suffered a major
surf-and-turf restaurant, a place of employment my parents health scare and my younger sister had moved to Las Vegas
couldn’t object to, since it didn’t serve alcohol and the wait- to pursue a Ph.D. in creative writing. In the past, my parents
resses wore ankle-length gingham dresses. would have responded to such developments with insularity
One evening when I was seventeen, I came home from and hostility, but now they seemed surprisingly determined
work, my tips jingling in my pocket, and saw another grocery to operate from a position of acceptance. “Remember when
bag on the porch. That morning a friend of mine had driven you kicked me out for having that Marisa Berenson picture?”
me to work. He had been smoking a cigarette as he waited I asked my mother. “Oh, that,” she said, and gave an uncon-
outside our house, and my mother had obviously seen him. cerned wave of her hand. I yelped in amazement. The cause
I paused for a moment and then picked up the paper bag. of our first serious estrangement, a photograph of liberated
This time I walked down the street to the house of a fellow feminine beauty representing everything I desired and my
waitress, where I lived for the next two years, working, going mother despised, was now something we were laughing about.
to school, learning to cook, and sleeping on a couch in a “What was so important about that photo anyway?” she
cramped but brightly painted hallway. At night I kept the win- asked when we quieted down. I’d needed Marisa in the same
dow in my little makeshift bedroom uncurtained and open. way that my mother needed religion, as a reminder of some-
Here I slowly shed my fears of private censure and public thing grander and more glorious than the life either of us
shame, and began to live a different life. My father demanded knew. “She was just so beautiful” was all that came out. The
I return, but I resisted the urge to fall back into the safety of rest was left unsaid.
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Billie
T
wenty-three-year-old
Billie Lourd thought she
knew Hollywood from
every which way—
through the business
acumen of her father,
Creative Artists Agency partner Bryan
Lourd, and the creative lens of her
mother, actress Carrie Fisher—and was
pretty sure it wasn’t for her. Though she
acted throughout elementary and high
school, she gravitated toward business
and music at NYU. So she surprised
everyone (including her parents, both
of whom advised against a Hollywood
career) when she auditioned for—and
STEP RIGHT UP
THE ACTRESS IN WILLIAMSBURG, BROOKLYN, IN A
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Lourd is, big surprise, mum about also on the property. “We all have La
any details on the film, but says she “fell Scala chopped salads and talk movies,”
in love with the whole vibe of being on says Lourd.
set” alongside her mother, who reprised Reynolds also had trepidations
her role as Princess Leia. “Between about her granddaughter’s entering the
scenes she’d be looking at me, making business. “When I started acting, she
sure I was OK, because it was the first pulled out her writings from when she
set I’d ever been on—but I was doing was sixteen and said, ‘Dear, if you’re
the same thing for her,” she says. “We going to be acting, I want you to read
were taking care of each other.” through this first. Out loud,’ ” Lourd
This month, she stars alongside says, adopting her grandmother’s gen-
Emma Roberts, Ariana Grande, and teel lilt. “I start reading—‘MGM lot,’
Lea Michele in Ryan Murphy’s latest whatever date—and it’s all in the second
camp-horror joyride series, Scream person: ‘You’re sitting in a chair; they’re
Queens. She plays a blasé minion—a pulling at your eyebrows, your hair.
role that likely required very little ad- You have a wig and a corset on and it’s
ditional effort from her in the sass-and- 6:00 a.m. and you can’t breathe and
sarcasm department. “This is the only all you want to do is be a gym teacher,
hip thing I am contributing to fash- but somehow you’ve ended up a movie
ion,” she says sardonically, pointing to star.’ And my grandmother says, ‘Do
her silk bomber jacket adorned with you still want to be an actress?’ And
an embroidered sumo wrestler. She I say, ‘I think so!’ I’m not sure if it’s
also likes Prabal Gurung and Miu Miu still like this. I don’t think they’re go-
but sticks to Reformation dresses and ing to pull my eyebrows out anymore.”
boots when she’s in L.A., where she —MOLLY CREEDEN FLASH>572
splits her time between her parents’ re-
spective houses—at her mom’s, grand- LOURD AND LADY
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eramics is having a moment. Sure, recent Of course, her comrades-in-kilns can appreciate the re-
archaeological finds in China—shards of cent boomlet. “It’s so good for us practicing,” says Romy
20,000-year-old pottery that predate the Northover, a Long Island City–based ceramist. “I feel like
advent of farming—tell us that ceramics we’re in the right place at the right time.” Northover began
has likely had a few such moments, but still, selling pieces three years ago after moving to New York
this one feels big. It’s as if the antidote to from England, where she grew up modeling clay. “Ten years
our relentless connectedness is somehow to ago, there weren’t the avenues to explore,” she says. Once in
touch, to hold hand-shaped and fingerprinted things in our America, though, she immersed herself in Japanese styles at
hands. I should know: I’m married to a ceramist raised on Manhattan’s Togei Kyoshitsu studio, founded her own com-
a wheel in the Pacific Northwest; we now live in Brooklyn, pany, called No., out of her studio (her line is sold at The Pri-
the borough where things are made, and I eat and drink mary Essentials in Brooklyn and online), and began working
only from the delicate porcelain wares that she meticulously on projects with everyone from Calvin Klein to Shino Takeda.
decorates with abstract etchings and drawings. “It’s an inexhaustible medium,” she says. F L A S H > 5 74
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old, and yet we are still doing it almost the same
way,” she says. Then again, it’s hard to know if
Mayan ceramists working in the sixth century
faced the Catch-22 that ceramists in Sunset Park,
Brooklyn, now do: To stay small and personal,
or to hire staff and risk diluting one’s singular
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craft and vision? Helen Levi began to move a
lot more of her work when Steven Alan started
featuring it in one of his stores, but now she can’t
fill her kiln fast enough. “It’s a conundrum,” she says. Certain
ceramists’ pieces, meanwhile, are beginning to inch closer and
closer to the price of fine art. Lena Dunham recently ribbed
her old friend and Delusional Downtown Divas costar Isabel
Halley for the exoticism of her hand-built 22K gold–trimmed
Seder plates—“NO ONE CAN PASSOVER! get it?” Dun-
ham tweeted—but in a more serious moment pronounced her
friend’s bowls, which start at $350, “perfect.”
Artists who use ceramics in their work, meanwhile, are once
again breaking out. “Most materials don’t have the breadth,”
says Francesca DiMattio, whose chandelier-esque assemblages
will show at the Pippy Houldsworth Gallery in London next
RARE FORMS
month. DiMattio, a painter whose mother (Tamara DiMattio)
ABOVE: THE SCULPTOR FRANCESCA and father-in-law (Kurt Weiser) are both ceramists, savors her
DIMATTIO. RIGHT: A GILDED TUMBLER
BY ROMY NORTHOVER. BELOW: struggles with clay. “It is such a fight to torture something to
VASES BY CASSIE GRIFFIN. get it to do what you want it to do,” she says.
Cassie Griffin started working with clay as a kid in Pennsyl-
vania under the tutelage of her aunt, Patricia Griffin, a wildlife
painter. Though she’s since moved away from the functional
pieces of her youth, she stuck to the wheel, reveling in the
process of “taking something massive—like 20 pounds of
clay—and turning it into something that doesn’t take up space
in an aggressive way.” The end result is abstract work based
on the functional: large vessel-like objects collapsing under
the idea of themselves, on the verge of a liberation from form.
(She opens at Patrick Parrish gallery this month.)
When I stopped into the studio space Griffin shares with
my wife, Suzanne Sullivan, to chat, both women rhapsodized
about their love of clay (which, by the way, is the stuff of the
Earth). “It feels good,” said Suzanne. “And from there it’s a
question of whether you can do it—it’s a challenge.”
“It’s a natural process to fall in love with the material,”
Griffin said. “It’s soothing, it’s calming—and then you start
moving in a direction.”—ROBERT SULLIVAN FLASH>580
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LifeStudies
B
efore Instagram made
photographers of us all, Kelly
Klein carried an Instamatic
snap camera everywhere she
went, from the Caribbean to
the CFDA awards. Yet even the
glamour shots in Photographs by Kelly Klein
(Rizzoli), a memoir in pictures, have an easy,
unstudied air—“I’ve always been more of
a naturalist,” she says. Unlike her previous
collections, such as the splashy coffee-table
book Pools, they also have an intimate feel.
In one shot, friendly moguls Barry Diller,
David Geffen, Sandy Gallin, and Calvin
Klein (Kelly’s ex-husband) appear, mid-nap,
on various sofa chairs aboard the Midnight
Saga. Another, more bittersweet, shows
a fresh-faced Carolyn Bessette sporting
beachy waves and a nineties jumper. If these
scenes seem like a lifetime ago, Klein has
included photos of her seven-year-old son,
Lukas, whom she’s teaching to ocean-swim
at their East Hampton home this summer.
Once Lukas is a bit older, she hopes to hit
the road again with both him and her trusty
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iPhone in tow. “There are more adventures
to see,” she says.—KATE GUADAGNINO
KNOTS Landing
OLIVIA
PALERMO
IN DIOR.
GEMMA COURTNEY
ARTERTON EATON IN
IN A COACH.
HARLEY VINTAGE
VIERA- SCARF.
NEWTON IN
A VINTAGE
SCARF.
RETRO NECKTIES, A
CASUAL STAND-IN FOR
GEMS AND JEWELS, FLASH>582
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TNT
Paging through the first monograph dedicated to her historic family
F
schloss, Elisabeth TNT recalls a life less ordinary.
rom an early age, I knew my childhood was
a little different. None of my classmates, for
instance, made their way to school past tour-
ists and a museum guide in their courtyard.
When I had my tenth-birthday party, the hot
topic among my friends was not how much
candy we’d eaten but how many rooms the
castle had (“Really? 500?”) and the racy contemporary art
my mother hung everywhere. Some said they were too scared
to come back for a sleepover (a painting of a decaying corpse
hung on the wall of my bedroom).
But I’m not complaining—and I understand how incred-
ibly fortunate I was. Schloss St. Emmeram was an amazing
place to be a child. There was hide-and-seek in the courtyard,
pinball machines tucked away in the entrance hall, and the
nursery was a long corridor overflowing with toys. I loved
the amazing Jeff Koons lobster painting outside, and my
mother’s office had another Koons, my all-time favorite: a
Popples sculpture (conveniently, neither scared F L A S H > 5 8 6
HOUSE PROUD
THE PALACE OF ST. EMMERAM, IN REGENSBURG, GERMANY,
WHERE MY FAMILY HAS LIVED FOR TWO CENTURIES.
FL ASH TNT
my friends). One Christmas, to our greatest delight, my
mum even had two little Shetland ponies awaiting us in our
entrance hall, grazing on some hay underneath a Christmas
tree. Oh, and parked here or there would be the odd Harley-
Davidson—my mum being a big biker and friendly with
the local rockers. Occasionally she even picked us up from
school on a Harley, revving the engine and causing a scene in
the schoolyard. I was torn between pride and mortification
(but on the whole I loved it).
And I loved my mother’s guests—many of them artists like
George Condo, who played ice hockey with us on the frozen
pond, or Keith Haring, who became a hero of ours when he
decorated our nursery door with a black felt pen and then
passed the pen to us. My mother was appalled, but what
could she say? Keith started it!
When I became a teenager, I found things to complain
about (would I have been teenager if I hadn’t?). Like the fact
that there was a porter guarding the castle around the clock.
Boyfriends and late nights had to be meticulously planned,
and secret escapes required careful logistics F L A S H > 5 8 8
GRAND CENTRAL
ABOVE: A VIEW OF
THE EAST WING’S
STATEROOMS, WHICH
WERE DESIGNED
BETWEEN 1816 AND
1873. RIGHT: A LIBRARY
IN THE ABBEY HAS A
FRESCOED CEILING BY
THE BAROQUE-PERIOD
PAINTER COSMAS
DAMIAN ASAM.
TRUE COLORS
© TO D D E BE RLE FROM H OUS E O F TH UR N UN D TAX I S, RI Z ZO LI , 2015.
FROM FAR LEFT:
A GILDED NEO-
ROCOCO STAIRCASE
CONNECTS THE
FIRST AND SECOND
FLOORS; A PORTRAIT
OF MY ANCESTOR
AND NAMESAKE,
EMPRESS
ELISABETH, HANGS
IN THE SILVER
BREAKFAST ROOM.
(sometimes these involved leaping the fence that ringed the Lacroix but never seemed to get the chance, as she had al-
park behind the castle. Only later did I realize there were ready gotten there first and danced in everything till the wee
cameras watching over us there, too). hours. Many of the best pieces were, alas, a little worse for
All along, I was enchanted by my parents’ parties. We’d wear. The one we both were most attached to, though, was a
sit down to dinners in the rococo ballroom, with enormous simple, slightly worn-out gray cardigan belonging to our late
crystal chandeliers bathing us in a golden light. Later we father. We took turns with it traveling between home, board-
would pass along a string of beautiful rooms—our favorite ing schools, and, later, Madrid, Paris, and beyond.
being the one with a golden four-poster bed with deep-green My mother recently had the idea of having the castle
curtains and a golden swan on each side. I adored that bed photographed by our friend Todd Eberle, for a book (to be
even though my siblings and I told each other that an ances- published by Rizzoli in November). Todd wanted portraits
tor had passed away on it and that her ghost never left. of my sister and me wearing gowns, jewelry, and tiaras.
I would borrow pieces from my mother’s couture collection I was hesitant at first, but the whole thing was incredibly
for these occasions and, later, for the yearly boar hunts, too. fun (and as for the tiaras, it was the only time in my life
Did my sister and I fight over dresses? Of course! I always Mum let me wear these heirlooms, so why not?). Todd later
wanted to be the first to wear, say, a flower-embroidered confided that my sister was initially photographed without
a tiara and, seeing my images, pleaded to be reshot. “That’s
ECLECTIC COLLECTIONS
what I call a case of tiara envy,” he joked. I didn’t quite
LEFT TO RIGHT: THE PORCELAIN ROOM IN THE SOUTH WING. THE believe him, but it made for a good laugh. F L A S H > 5 9 0
BOWLING ALLEY, A FAVORITE SPACE FOR LATE-NIGHT PARTIES. MY MUM’S
HARLEY-DAVIDSON AND JEFF KOONS’S MOUSTACHE LOBSTERS (2003).
TILDA
SWINTON IN
VALENTINO.
ROSAMUND
PIKE IN
GIVENCHY.
ROONEY
MARA IN SOPHIE
ALEXANDER AUSTER IN
MCQUEEN. VINTAGE.
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VICTORIAN
LEELEE MING XI IN
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K
elly Suter is terrified of spiders. She also cannot compassion was put to use during her one-month assignment
stand dirty laundry. Yet this tenacious nurse in war-torn South Sudan, where she ran a primary-health
from Michigan has spent the past five years at clinic serving 20,000 internally displaced people.
the epicenter of every major natural disaster Just as Ebola began ripping through West Africa, Suter
and epidemic in the developing world. Only 30 flew to Liberia. Along with treating the sick, she was one of
years old, she is a prized asset of the International Medical the lead clinical trainers for teams as diverse as the German
Corps, one of the largest first-responder organizations on army and the United States Public Health Service. “You never
the planet—think the Red Cross with a Navy SEAL ap- get used to seeing patients die,” she says, recalling the day she
proach to emergency aid. Among the IMC’s ranks of 7,800, entered a contamination unit to find an improving patient
plus a deployment roster of thousands of medical workers, suddenly coughing blood. “She looked up at me,” says Suter,
Suter is the most fervent, the one willing to helicopter in while “and, without warning, fell backward onto her bed—never
mountains still crumble and calmly strategize next steps. taking another breath.”
Suter recently returned from assignment in Nepal, where Suter went home for her quarantine; weeks later she
the 7.8-magnitude Gorkha earthquake killed 8,800 and took her North Face go-bag—filled with medical essentials
injured some 22,000. Overseeing the heavily hit region of and clothing, plus peanut butter, laundry detergent, and a
first deployment with the IMC came after she received her country that has just experienced a disaster”—and she and
nursing degree in 2008. A few weeks after the earthquake hit her sister, who plans to move in with her, hope to start taking
Haiti in January 2010, Suter was on a plane bound for Port- hip-hop dance classes together. She may be sitting at a desk
au-Prince. She witnessed unimaginable suffering—one night in Washington, D.C., but she has her eyes on the field. “I told
she spent two hours rocking an abandoned preterm newborn them I’d only sign the contract provided it wouldn’t prevent
until the baby girl gently passed away. “I learned quite a bit me from being deployed,” says Suter. She’s hoping to go to
in Haiti, including that sometimes having empathy is more Yemen, a failing state where bombs rain down daily. “Don’t
important than administering medical care,” she says. That tell my mom,” she pleads.—HEIDI MITCHELL
Turning
minded friends suggested
that I join them for a romp
through the country to ex-
plore Tokyo, Kyoto, and the
art island of Naoshima, I
JAPANESE
leaped at the opportunity.
First stop was Tokyo’s
Park Hyatt—the setting, of
course, for Sofia Coppola’s
Lost in Translation—from
which to admire the endless,
T
he last time I traveled to Japan, I was an unknowable city from a perch in the clouds before heading
eighteen-year-old London club kid enlisted off to marvel at the starchitect triumphs in the Aoyama
COURTESY OF HAMISH BOWLES (2)
by the hip Tokyo menswear designer Takeo neighborhood. Among them: Herzog & de Meuron’s faceted
Kikuchi to parade in his fashion show along Prada store and recently unveiled, flap-fronted Miu Miu bou-
with an unruly gaggle of fellow urchins. The tique; Comme’s swirling glass aquarium by Future Systems;
very notion requires a stretch of the imagina- Dior’s transparent tower by SANAA; and Vuitton’s fretted
tion, I know, but ever after I remembered getting hopelessly tower by Jun Aoki—all of them sandwiched by the jewel-box
lost in streets with no numbers—and that an exciting new Nezu Museum, set in startlingly serene gardens, at one end
designer with a label inscrutably called Comme des Garçons and by the madcap kawaii girls of Harajuku on the other,
was selling rustic-looking Tess of the D’Urbervilles farmers’ in Victorian-doll looks complete with mini H A M I S H > 5 9 8
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THAN 120 TYPES OF MOSS. of the small wonders of the textiles for Dior, Vuitton, and Chanel; and designers such as
Thom Browne and Rei Kawakubo.
Another highlight: the archive of the Kyoto
Costume Institute, which the Louis Vuitton
men’s design team had just visited on an inspi-
ration trip. The breathtaking collection runs
the gamut from an Elizabethan bodice embroi-
dered with caterpillars and three-dimensional
peas in their pods to Schiaparelli’s Lesage-
embroidered 1938 “sun king” cape and a trove
of early Comme, Yohji, and Miyake clothes,
along with the mad, whimsical shoes of Tokio
Kumagaï (heels like ice-cream cones, uppers
like layers of raw beef: Gaga before Gaga).
At our next stop, magic: In a candlelit
seventeenth-century room, attended by
two young girls (kamuro) dressed in red, we
were treated to an electrifying audience with
Kisaragi Dayu, one of five remaining tayu-,
or most senior geisha, who made her studied
appearance following eight hours of elaborate
hair and makeup, danced, played the kokyu,
and sang (revealing her startlingly blackened
teeth) before serving us tea, her every gesture
a study in elegance.
Then to Tokyo once more, staying this time
in the 1962 Hotel Okura, a H A M I S H > 6 0 0
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the hamish files
triumph of Mad Men–era high style that brought together for Issey Miyake—and being struck both by her exquisite
the best architects and textile, lighting, and furniture designers beauty (she was a longtime face of Shiseido cosmetics) and
of the day under the direction of Yoshiro Taniguchi (Yoshio’s by her innate sense of drama. So it was a delight to discover,
father) to create a single masterly Gesamtkunstwerk. Alas, at Tokyo’s Museum of Contemporary Art, an exhibition
despite an international outcry from aesthetes, the building is paying homage to her legacy as a muse not only to design-
slated for the wrecking ball this month—to be replaced with a ers and photographers but to movie and theater directors
towering new edifice just in time for the 2020 Tokyo Olympics. and video artists as well. Sayoko, who described herself
Finally, I remembered the late Japanese supermodel Sayo- as a “Wearist,” indeed took the wearing of clothes to the
ko Yamaguchi twirling slowly down the Thierry Mugler level of performance art—an apt icon in this extraordinary
runway in the early eighties like the ballerina atop a music country, where so much revolves around the twin ideas of
box—or performing some sort of strange interpretive dance performance and refined aesthetics.
Good Graces
STILLER AND TENNANT: ANNIE LEIBOVITZ. COVER: COURTESY OF PHAIDON. TENNANT: ARTHUR ELGORT.
INSIDE STORY
ABOVE: THE BOOK’S COVER.
LEFT: MAKING COUTURE
COMICAL WITH BEN STILLER
AND STELLA TENNANT IN
“FUNNY FACE,” OCTOBER 2001.
DIVING IN
When Edition 7L, Karl Lagerfeld’s copublishing arm with TENNANT’S LEAP OF
Steidl, unveiled Grace: Thirty Years of Fashion at Vogue in FAITH IN OCTOBER
2002, the fashionable world went wild. With a limited print 1995’S “HIGH-
TONED TWEEDS.”
run, bookshop shelves around the world were denuded at
lightning speed of this celebration of Vogue’s revered—and
indefatigable—Creative Director’s epic fashion essays, which
included unforgettable collaborations with photographers
including Bruce Weber, Helmut Newton, Ellen von
Unwerth, and Arthur Elgort. Today, copies available
online start at $1,750 and rise to a giddying $10,000.
“I thought that was a little overpriced,” says Coddington,
laughing. And so she persuaded Phaidon to reprint the
book exactly as it appeared back in the day (and for the
less-swoon-inducing sum of $150). Already planned for next
year: a companion volume of post-2002 material containing
some of Coddington’s most beloved shoots, including
Annie Leibovitz’s December 2003 “Alice in Wonderland”
portfolio starring Natalia Vodianova, along with Grace’s
work with Steven Klein, David Sims, Craig McDean, and
Steven Meisel. Make space on your bookshelves now.—H.B.
Ready,
STEADY
H
e’s calm—which, in the fashion
world, is its own kind of crazy.
This is his thing, at least in his
sunny studio in Manhattan’s
SoHo on a quiet morning. In-
stead of throwing tantrums, he
spends a considerable amount of time not talking.
At other moments, of course, he’s chatty (get him
going on Jurassic World or, really, any sci-fi film
and you’ll have trouble getting him to stop). But
Joseph Altuzarra is an expert at listening.
He also possesses what is, sadly, often not a
terribly fashionable quality: a sort of unflappable
kindness. At a casting—dressed in jeans and a
plain gray sweatshirt, his arms folded, his head
tilted, his eyes paying close attention—he seems
to be considering not only his practical needs but
the models’ feelings as well. “It’s the way I used
to think back when I was applying V I E W > 6 0 7
EASY STREET
LEFT: TRENTINI WEARS every collection—a carnal quality. The
AN ALTUZARRA JACKET, Altuzarra woman is very comfortable
TOP, SKIRT, CROCODILE
HOBO BAG, AND BOOTS. with her body.”
ABOVE: THE DESIGNER The proof is in fans like Rihanna
IN NEW YORK CITY.
and Naomi Watts, along with Nicole
Kidman, who praised the pleating in the white crepe dress
with satin inset she wore at Cannes earlier this year as “femi-
nine, beautiful, sexy—and wonderful to wear.”
Altuzarra was born and raised in Paris by a French-Basque
father and a Chinese-American mother. According to Karen
Altuzarra, who now serves on the board of her son’s company,
Joseph’s childhood was a book-filled one, dominated with the
to colleges,” he tells me. “You have to say, ‘They are deciding adventures of Corto Maltese, a sailor-adventurer who starred
whether or not to accept me, but I am also deciding whether in Italian graphic novels, and The Girl Who Loved Wild Horses,
or not to accept them.’ ” based on a Plains Indian girl—transnational influences, to be
“Even when things have been tough, Joseph has managed sure. Altuzarra showed little interest in fashion until, while
to keep an even keel,” says Daniella Vitale, COO of Barneys studying art history at Swarthmore College, he began design-
New York. “And he’s gracious, which is not something I can ing costumes for the school’s theater. After graduating he
say about everybody.” interned at Marc Jacobs and worked as a freelance designer at
And though things have been tough—try starting a fashion Proenza Schouler and then as first assistant to Riccardo Tisci
line during a recession sometime—Altuzarra, 32, has patient- at Givenchy. When he launched his own line in 2008—and
ly built his company while steering clear of the temptations went on to win the CFDA/Vogue Fashion Fund award shortly
for a quick expansion or a race to accessorize. Fashion’s fi- thereafter—critics immediately dubbed him a star to watch.
nancial powers have taken notice, as evidenced by the French Vanessa Traina Snow, who now works as Altuzarra’s
G REG O RY HA R RI S ( 2 ) . D E TA I LS, S EE I N T HI S ISSUE .
luxury-goods powerhouse Kering’s decision to back him in stylist, met the designer when he was assisting at Givenchy.
2013. “I was convinced Joseph had the potential to be one of “He’s always been very curious,” she says. “He asks a lot of
the most influential designers of his generation,” François- questions. You don’t find that in everyone, which is surpris-
Henri Pinault, Kering’s CEO, tells me. ing, but he’s always wanted to learn more about everything.”
In the last few seasons, Altuzarra has been hitting his stride The bag is a good example. For a long time he resisted mak-
and honing his signatures: the silhouette, nipped in at the ing a bag, despite the world’s collective clamor for accessories.
waist; the tailoring; the slit of the pencil skirt; the splashes of Instead, he listened to the people who told him not to rush. “I
color and flashes of skin. He has studied his customer—and am a very one-story-at-a-time person,” he says, “and I didn’t
he has listened. “Our two big pillars are that I’m half French really want to do one until I felt like the clothing was taken care
and half American,” he says. “In looking at the United States of.” So again he sat down to consider his customer—what she
through the eyes of a Francophone, there’s a kind of fetishiza- wears, why she likes Altuzarra. Then and only then came the
tion of the U.S. There’s also a strong sexual undertone to bags, starting with a line inspired by bull ropes. V I E W > 6 0 8
C HI LD HO OD : COU RT ESY O F JOSE P H A LT UZ A RRA ( 2) . TO N Y AWA RDS: A N D REW H. WALKER / © GETTY IMAGES. WED D ING: R EBECCA WALKER & ANGI WELSCH FOR IRA LIPPKE STUDIOS.
WITH HIS FAMILY IN JAPAN, 1989. collared jackets and long skirts with just-as-long slits;
LEFT: THE ALREADY STYLISH
FUTURE DESIGNER AT AGE THREE. Prince of Wales checked coats, followed by more leather;
white and black lace with high patrician
collars; a gold-shimmered red dress with
plunging neckline in Tibetan braided vel-
vet dévoré—dévoré being from the Latin,
“to devour.” “I wanted to do something
almost overly frilly in the tops, but with a
counterpoint,” Altuzarra said afterward.
“I feel very strongly that if it doesn’t have
a counterpoint, you won’t wear it.”
Backstage, the room filled with the fash-
ion usuals, along with Altuzarra’s mother—
and her mother—and an executive from
Kering. Altuzarra walked in a few minutes
later, laughing. (“Sometimes he’s the most
relaxed of any of us,” a staffer tells me.) Al-
tuzarra’s husband of nearly a year, real es-
tate investor and developer Seth Weissman,
also 32, recounted the couple’s morning
nerve-calming ritual. “We go out for iced
coffee and walk the dogs,” he said.
MODEL BEHAVIOR
ABOVE: WITH VANESSA AXENTE Altuzarra’s steadiness—having the kind
AT THE 2015 TONY AWARDS. of life that allows him to sketch for hours
RIGHT: THE DESIGNER IN
VOGUE, 2011. PHOTOGRAPHED and deal with production chains and fit-
BY NORMAN JEAN ROY. tings while still having time to hit the gym—
comes, he says, from being married. “It’s
grounded me,” he says. “I had less perspective on things
before, and was a little more emotional.” (Of course, mar-
riage brings challenges as well—say, forcing your husband to
sit through a sci-fi flick that even Will Smith couldn’t save, an
ordeal Weissman survived by reading The New York Times
on his iPhone underneath his sweater.)
When I see the designer in midsummer, he has just re-
turned from New Mexico, where he felt powerfully inspired
by the spareness and scale of the terrain and spent some time
with the work of Georgia O’Keeffe. “The dialogue between
her paintings and the austere landscape was really powerful,”
JOINED TOGETHER
Altuzarra says. And the rope guy?
LEFT: ALTUZARRA “I didn’t see him,” he says, laugh-
AND HUSBAND SETH ing. “I should have. Next time—I’m
WEISSMAN (CENTER) ON
THEIR WEDDING DAY. going back.” VIEW>610
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EDIE CAMPBELL WEARS A
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F
or the first time, I feel I’ve
done something that is
wholly me.” Luella Bart-
ley’s blonde-haired head
is cocked as she consid-
ers a tuxedo suit with a
cropped jacket, a pair of trousers that
end in an ankle tie, and a crisp white
TWO for
shirt with a cravat. “It’s dapper and
rakish, but with a kind of rock-’n’-roll
femininity about it,” she says. “The fab-
ric is the sort Savile Row tailors use—
you don’t feel it until you wear it, but
then you understand the quality. It feels
like it’s time for something authentic,
the
KATIE HILLIER AND with longevity.”
Show
Then she grins, wrinkling the cor-
LUELLA BARTLEY ners of her blue eyes. “But if you’d told
LAUNCH AN me ten years ago I’d be basing some-
ECCENTRICALLY thing on this, I’d probably have said,
‘Ugh—how middle-aged!’ ”
ELEGANT NEW LINE. Katie Hillier, Bartley’s longtime
BY SARAH MOWER. friend and codesigner VIEW>620
instincts for the eccentric generation- came across a page that describes him
al subtext—they’re simply imbuing as walking a line between vanity and
them with a classic sense and work- vagrancy—and I just jumped about,
ing with beautiful fabrics, along with shouting, ‘That’s it!’ ”
shapes they want to keep repeating Though there’s always room for
and refining. There’s a melton great- sparky humor in the Hillier Bartley
coat, a camel-hair dressing-gown world, there’s no mistaking the fact
coat complete with silk-tasseled tie- that this is an enterprise they’re tak-
DAV I D SI M S ( 2 ) . D E TA I LS, S EE I N T HI S ISSUE .
belt, an army-surplus khaki sweater ing very seriously: It’s their own in-
with green velvet shoulder patches, vestment, their own chance to speak
a gray tailored tweed suit with wide, directly to like-minded women without
cropped pants. the machinery of a corporation around
These are clothes they imagine be- them. Hillier, for her part, says it means
DOUBLE ing lived-in with a bit of “loucheness she can go to town with the construc-
TROUBLE and insouciance,” Bartley declares. “I tion and quality of the bags. “I didn’t
FROM LEFT:
LUELLA love that thing of people who wear very want to be restricted,” she says. “I’m
BARTLEY AND
KATIE HILLIER
good clothes carelessly. I was reading really just enjoying that freedom to do
IN LONDON. a biography of Lucian Freud and exactly what I want.” VIEW>622
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CHRISTOPHE, IN AN ETRO
DRESS ($3,110; SAKS
FIFTH AVENUE STORES),
WITH HER SON RAOUL
AND A WIRE AVIARY OF
HER OWN DESIGN.
I
never dreamed about the countryside!” exclaims variously falling for a rambling eighteenth-century château,
the sculptor Marie Christophe, nestled on a sofa an exquisite Directoire pavilion with a domed rotunda,
in the soft-pink living room of her house, which and even the handsome de Chirico–esque ruin of a mag-
just happens to be embowered in far-flung Gas- nificent brick barn—all of which his wife vetoed, deeming
cony, in la France profonde. Christophe was per- them impractically large and impossible to manage or in
fectly happy with her Parisian life, raising her need of too much work. At long last, though, he found
sons, Joseph, now thirteen, and Raoul, eight, in a a mid–nineteenth century mansion with a pink-washed
stylishly converted studio house in Clichy. But her husband, stucco facade and unusual Gothic fenestration—a house for
the interior designer Emmanuel Fenasse, was brought up a latter-day Madame Bovary, the north facade abutting a
outside Toulouse and had long dreamed of returning. pretty courtyard entranceway with wrought-iron railings and
Fenasse set off hopefully on epic house-finding missions, a southern aspect rising to a knoll crowned by a V I E W > 6 2 4
GOOD ENERGY
ABOVE: WITH SONS JOSEPH AND RAOUL ON THE BACK
LAWN OF THEIR TOULOUSE HOME. RIGHT: POP-BRIGHT
EERO SAARINEN CHAIRS IN THE LIVING ROOM.
SPACE ODYSSEY
LEFT: JOSEPH IN THE work as drawing in space,” she says.) A giant birdcage hung
STAIRCASE HALL. ABOVE:
CYAN, YELLOW, AND from a sycamore tree above an alfresco picnic table magically
HERMÈS-ORANGE HUES reveals itself—along with the bedazzled finches lighting on
ADD GRAPHIC PUNCH AS
A STUFFED GOOSE PEEKS its swings—only as guests draw closer to lunch.
OUT FROM THE HALLWAY. Her scrupulously color-coordinated walk-in country
closet, filled with Frisoni shoes and decidedly unrural pieces
from Céline, Lanvin, and Valentino, reveals the passion
that accidentally launched her career soon after gradua-
tion, when she conceived an idea for a Christmas-window
project thronged with penguins and bears for Victoire, a
favorite fashion store in Paris’s elegant Place des Victoires.
The finished project was subsequently spotted by Jean-
Louis Dumas—then the artistic director and chairman of
Hermès—who soon commissioned a quartet of life-size
horses for the brand’s Los Angeles flagship. (Christophe has
since worked with Cartier, Dior, Vuitton, Guerlain, Baccarat,
and Roger Vivier, among others.)
Her newest pieces, which depict creatures ranging from a
tiny finch to an elephant, are currently being exhibited along-
side works by photographer Nicolas Guilbert at the Flair gal-
lery in Arles. Later this month, her art can also be seen at Creel
and Gow on Manhattan’s Upper East Side in complement
to a wunderkammer filled with avian taxidermy and silvered
natural shells—while around the corner her bijoux-garlanded
giraffe graces the windows of the jewel-box boutique of her
friend the fine-jewelry designer Marie-Hélène de Taillac.
Outside her studio, works in progress include a vegetable
garden and a tree house (inspired by one she saw at the artist
Yto Barrada’s home in Tangier) in one of the immemorial
yews dotting the property. The joys of rural living, it seems,
are growing on her. “Even if you are
REINVENTING working, you are a bit on holiday here
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CHRISTOPHE, WITH because you are free,” Christophe
HER ETHEREAL WIRE says, before laughing and noting that
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ebellion is the only
thing that keeps
you alive!” cries a
leather-clad Mari-
anne Faithfull in the
1968 Franco-British
classic The Girl on a Motorcycle. Stok-
ing that flame in 2015 is Mulberry,
which has teamed up with model
Georgia May Jagger to create cus-
tomizable, made-in-Italy biker jackets.
“I want people to feel it’s their own,”
says Jagger, who worked with French
graphic artist Bruno Michaud to cre-
ate the three hand-painted motifs of
an owl, fox, and bee that gently ac-
knowledge Mulberry’s bucolic West
Country heritage. Jagger is throwing
her jackets—each of which takes six
weeks to create—over both hoodies
and evening dresses. “The boyish lon-
ger line and wide-cut sleeves mean they
TENENBAUMS: EVER ETT COLLECTION; BAG, CLIP, AND GLOVES: J OH N MAN N O. D E TAILS, S E E IN T HIS ISSU E .
LYNN YAEGER TAKES
A FANCIFUL SPIN NEW TRICKS
AROUND TOWN WITH IN PLACE OF HER OLD WARES,
M
argot Tenen- flat loafers, and her sleek pageboy
baum called me held in place with a schoolgirl bar-
on my landline rette, Tenenbaum actively subverts,
the other day, in a most adorable fashion, the
fairly bursting Ur-matronly codes of another era.
with enthusi- At Gucci, one of the strongest
asm. “Let’s go shopping, Lynn!” purveyors of Margot style, design-
she exclaimed. “Everything I love, er Alessandro Michele argues for
everything I invented—it all seems classic mink paired with pseudo-
to be in the stores right now!” intellectual spectacles; at Miu Miu,
Of course, she is completely right: short-handled bags enhance long,
This season, countless designers are lean overcoats; at Bally, a weasel
ogling her brilliantly original fashion fur thrown over a sweater is a direct
sense, a singular aesthetic that has homage (a runway model also wore
entranced us since we first met Mar- a sweatband in honor of Margot’s
got and her family in 2001 in Wes brother Richie). There are Tenen-
Anderson’s The Royal Tenenbaums. baum-worthy loafers, turquoise and
This unique style, which might be tasseled, at Max Mara; at Gucci,
described as transgressive lady dress- they even sprout fur.
ing, is a shotgun wedding of studied Margot and I make a date to
innocence and faintly arch sophisti- have a drink at the Oak V I E W > 6 3 2
cation. With her ubiquitous belted
fur trench, her oversize structured ROYAL TREATMENT
THE MARGOT LOOK IN VOGUE, 2015.
handbag, her polo-shirt dresses, her PHOTOGRAPH BY JAMIE HAWKESWORTH.
Chain
Room and then hit some high-end
shops. (If you are raising a perfectly
plucked eyebrow just about now, it
might interest you to know that I hang
out with fictional characters all the
time. I visit London galleries with Julia
Flyte; I hit the fleas in Morocco with Reaction
T
Ilsa Lund; I spend summers on the
Lido with Tadzio.) She shows up in her he reinvention of
trademark ensemble, and though the Paco Rabanne’s
barman gives her a fishy look—who iconic chain mail
wears a fur coat when it’s 70 degrees continues. This
out?—Margot doesn’t blink a raccoon- time, creative di-
rimmed eye. rector Julien Dossena trans-
We swallow our gin rickeys quickly ports Rabanne’s love of metal
and head out to find her a new hand- to the ear. “I wanted to explore
bag—she is worried, she tells me, that handcraft in big volumes, but
overreliance on her tan Birkin will has- still maintain the sharpness,”
ten its dissolution. And besides, what says Dossena. The result?
girl doesn’t want a new bag once in a Eight crafted-and-welded
while? Precise in her desires—“I hate chain-link earrings that meld
a sloppy, slouchy sack,” she declares. medieval mesh with disco glam
“I need to hear the click of a clasp!”— in slinky shapes and punchy
she also requires, given her well-known palettes—each reminiscent
penchant for flying the coop, some- of the silvery metallic dresses
thing large enough to accommodate a made famous by Rabanne in
camisole and a toothbrush. At Fendi the sixties. “All you need is one
on Madison Avenue, she falls for a earring with a pair of jeans
geometric intarsia calf-hair Peekaboo and a white T-shirt,” says Dos-
purse that quickly finds its way into the sena of the riveted, shimmery SINGLE MINDED
backseat of her town car. elements. “It’s a supple jewel.” PACO RABANNE MESH
EARRINGS, $180 EACH;
Next up are some gloves to pro- —RACHEL WALDMAN BLAKE, CHICAGO.
tect Margot’s dainty fingers. (Careful
watchers of the film may recall that
poor Margot is missing a digit, which
Snake Charmers
makes this stylish accessory a necessity,
not just a fashionable flourish.)
When in
CHROME
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n Instagram, the hashtag #frankgehry shows
up about 65,000 times—making him one of
the most posted architects out there, along-
side other big names like Le Corbusier and
Frank Lloyd Wright. To scroll through the
feed, all sundered shapes and torquing
sails, is to be awash in ribbony luster: The structures—
celebrated in a new retrospective at the Los Angeles
County Museum of Art this month—are bona fide
global icons as much as they are mere dwellings, office
buildings, or museums. HEAVY METAL
ABOVE: GEHRY’S GUGGENHEIM
As it happens, mirrors of Gehry’s scale and shim- MUSEUM IN BILBAO, SPAIN. LEFT:
mer are also seen in fall’s jewelry, with designers PROENZA SCHOULER BRACELET,
$730; PROENZA SCHOULER, NYC.
offering their own—albeit tinier—versions of BELOW: HORSE-HEAD CONFERENCE
mercurial monuments. “I was inspired by the ROOM BY GEHRY, VOGUE, 2006.
colors of his buildings, especially by the sunset
glow off his residential tower in New York,” says
Narciso Rodriguez of his collection’s Möbius-strip
necklaces, which gleam in buffed silver or brushed
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IN the CLUB
I
n the second Back to the The Force Awakens, which he hadn’t
Future movie, the date they yet heard about when he conceived
jump ahead to is October 21, the couture project—ditto with
2015,” says a grinning Nicho- this summer’s retro arcade–centric
las Kirkwood, scanning his flick Pixels. “I was really just think-
very first couture footwear ing about being age ten,” Kirk-
collection, which was shown discreet- wood adds. “When I was ten, those
ly in Paris in July. “I feel like we really movies and video games . . . they
need to get a DeLorean and throw were everything.”
some kind of party.” The shoes—many of them built
Even without such an anniver- atop Kirkwood’s trademark shark-
sary, a fete seems justified: Kirk- fin platform—are available only
G O RMA N ST UD I O. D ETA I LS, SE E I N TH IS I SSU E .
HA I R , LU KE HE RS HESON : MA KEU P, M I RA N DA J OYCE . P HOTOG RA P H ED AT TO M ST UART- SMITH ’S BAR N GAR D EN AT SERGE H ILL IN
HE RT FO RDSHI RE. P RO DUC ED BY SYLV I A FA RAGO LT D. S ET D ES IG N, DAV I D W H I T E AT STR EETERS. D ETAILS, SEE IN TH IS ISSUE.
“just not very chic.” This season he’s
helping change that with a new capsule
collection that is anything but homely. A
master of ladylike updates to the boho
wardrobe of many a London girl—
Sienna Miller among them—Erdem
has now conjured twelve ethically and
sustainably produced looks without
compromising his aesthetic. Conceived
in conjunction with Livia Firth and her
Green Carpet Challenge, they range
from duck egg–blue dresses covered in
cherry-blossom prints to a variety of
floral lace concoctions in cocktail, tea,
and full lengths—and the results verge
on couture. “There’s a dress cut on the
bias and another strapless one that’s
hand-embroidered with a Watteau
back,” Erdem explains. The dresses will
debut at the Wallace Collection, Lon-
don’s answer to the Frick, on the same
day as Erdem’s spring 2016 collection.
“I want to take the idea of ‘eco-’ and
turn it on its head,” he says. Consider
this a headstand.—MARK GUIDUCCI
FIELD OF DREAMS
SIENNA MILLER WEARS AN ERDEM
SILK DRESS; BARNEYS NEW YORK
STORES. THE FRYE COMPANY BOOTS.
PHOTOGRAPHED BY ANGELO PENNETTA.
FASHION EDITOR: CAMILLA NICKERSON.
FA L L F O R E C A S T
The products, places, and people to know this season.
THE RIPE
STUFF
MODEL XIAO
WEN JU. HAIR,
GARREN AT
GARREN NY FOR
R+CO.; MAKEUP,
DICK PAGE
FOR SHISEIDO.
PHOTOGRAPHED
BY INEZ AND
VINOODH.
Object
Lesson
Christian Louboutin’s instantly
memorable nail-polish bottle—
crowned by a six-inch stiletto-like
spike—proved that the shoe guru’s eye
for the fantastical extends beyond
footwear. This month, he brings his
flair for nth-degree design to lipstick,
reimagining the traditional bullet as a
hyperembellished keepsake that THE SPA AT NIHIWATU
OVERLOOKS THE
melds Art Deco craftsmanship and INDIAN OCEAN.
Middle Eastern luxe. Available in three
finishes—satin, matte, and sheer
(LEFT)—the hydrating, murumuru
seed butter–enriched formulas come
in more than 30 wearable shades,
SPA Safari
Should you find yourself at the eco-luxury surf resort Nihiwatu in
including the house’s signature red, Sumba, a mere 28 hours of air travel away from New York, consider
Rouge Louboutin, named after the going a bit farther. One of the Indonesian island property’s newest
designer’s trademarked soles. offerings is a full-day beauty voyage that begins with an hour-long hike
“Gesture is always a thing I have in through spectacular hills and rice fields. Keep forging on until you reach
mind when I’m designing,” Louboutin the spa, a cluster of private pavilions perched on a jagged cliffside. You
says, referencing the cinematic act of can spend up to five hours immersed in a flight of treatments including
applying lipstick—which, as far as he’s the coconut oil–and–lavender Softening Salt Glow body scrub; the
concerned, should be viewed as “a Hydrating Hair Smoothie made with rosemary oil and avocado; and the
new way to speak with your hands.” yogurt-and-cucumber Sunburn Soother. No need to keep your bliss in
$90; christianlouboutin.com.—L.R. check; the return trip is in a Jeep. nihiwatu.com.—CLAIRE HOFFMAN
BE AUT Y>6 4 4
Beauty FA L L F O R E C A S T
Studio Tıme
A quick perusal of New York trainer Nicole Winhoffer’s Instagram
account includes a recent post-class group portrait. The caption
reads, JUST ANOTHER SUNDAY AT #NWCHURCH. The analogy works well
for the fitness star tasked with chiseling Madonna’s famously ageless
CARA
DELEVINGNE, body for five years; Winhoffer, who joined Adidas by Stella McCartney
PHOTOGRAPHED as its first global ambassador in 2014, has garnered a number of
BY MARIO
TESTINO. devoted congregants of late—Rachel Weisz, Charlotte Ronson, and
Spike Jonze among them. After leading her impossible-to-book
workouts at a rented space downtown, Winhoffer is finally getting a
place of her own. The NoHo studio, set to open later this fall, will offer
her signature classes—dimly lit power hours that blend intense
muscle toning and club-friendly cardio—as well as new offerings, like
interval training and dance choreography. With a juice-and-coffee
bar in the works, the space is intended to be “like a sanctuary inside
New York,” Winhoffer says, albeit a high-energy iteration sound-
tracked by the dulcet tones of Rihanna. nicolewinhoffer.com.—L.R.
Bigger inTEXAS
Joanna Czech is used to taking her skin-perfecting show on the
road. Since following her heart from New York to Dallas in 2012, Kate
Winslet and Uma Thurman’s longtime facialist has been honing her
LED–light therapy, sapphire-peel, and microcurrent skills between
the Texas metropolis’s Neiman Marcus salon and a monthly residence
at New York’s Core Club. But Czech’s local loyalists had other ideas.
“My Dallas clients were the catalyst,” the Polish-born aesthetician
Mask
Much like Catholic motifs and the
occasional Rottweiler print, black
Calais lace has been an integral part
of Riccardo Tisci’s oeuvre during his
tenure at Givenchy. The dark, romantic
Appeal fabric makes regular appearances
on the designer’s runway, which
has sparked something of a face-
adornment movement of late thanks
to the makeup artist Pat McGrath,
who glued pearls and precious stones
to models’ skin at the brand’s fall
show. For the multitasking textile’s
next act, it will moonlight as the star
of the French house’s Masque
Dentelle, a Calais-lace appliqué that
doubles as an absorbent sheet mask
when saturated with Givenchy’s
firming black algae sap–rich Le Soin
Noir serum. Fresh, radiant renewal
takes only about 20 minutes of
continuous wear, but you may find
yourself compelled to leave the
extravagant accessory on a touch
longer.—ARDEN FANNING
Beauty Makeup
Saint
WITH HER SINGULAR BEAUTY VISION, THE MAKEUP ARTIST
Lucia
P I CA : HA I R , H OLL I S MI T H; M A KEU P, LUC IA P I CA FO R C HA N EL. A X EN T E: FAS HI ON E D ITOR : TONNE GOOD MAN. H AIR , CH R ISTIAAN; MAKEUP, LUCIA PICA. PRODUCED BY INGR ID D EUSS PRO DUCT IO N . D E TAILS, S E E IN T HIS ISSU E .
LUCIA PICA IS BRINGING A COOL NEW ATTITUDE TO CHANEL.
scene until she safely turns a corner, whereupon she bursts
into a fit of can-you-actually-believe-I-did-that giggles.
Bold pops of color are her thing, and Pica—who will be
responsible for conceptualizing and developing Chanel’s
cosmetics—represents something of a brave move for
the French luxury house. She thinks nothing of applying
glossy acid orange to lips, dusting lids in canary yellow
ombréd-out to sooty black, or artistically painting a single
stroke of Wite-Out white just below brows with the style
of an Abstract Expressionist. But that’s not all she can do;
Pica can just as skillfully turn her hand to a natural no-
makeup makeup look. It’s a versatility honed on set with
photographers Mario Testino, Mikael Jansson, Alasdair
McLellan, and Willy Vanderperre, and backstage at shows
like Roksanda and Peter Pilotto. She’s also behind Chanel’s
beauty campaigns, making up the faces of Keira Knightley
and the model Sigrid Agren. BE AUT Y>6 4 8
L
ucia Pica’s big love of color should hardly
set alarm bells ringing. And yet it has. Liter-
ally. At London’s Tate Modern. It’s a Satur-
day afternoon, and in her attempt to really
inspect the brushstrokes and exacting un-
dertones of a Sonia Delaunay masterpiece,
Chanel’s new global creative makeup and
color designer has accidentally tripped the security borders,
and the alarm is now reverberating across the busy exhibition
hall. Mortified, the Italian makeup artist slides away from the
At lunch at Brawn, one of her favorite local restaurants, “I knew she would be a star,” says Tilbury. “She’s got
not far from her home in neighboring Dalston, East London, creative vision and really knows her art, film, and fashion
she’s wearing vintage black Levi’s 615s paired with a chic references. It’s been great to see her develop her own makeup
white turtleneck. Her oversize stone-colored trench from style over the years, which has a fresh, cool edge to it.” Plus,
Armani menswear is jauntily accessorized with Margaret she adds, “I love her naughty sense of humor!”
Howell’s foldaway trilby and—what else?—Chanel’s classic Though Pica’s first full collection for Chanel won’t
monochrome ballet flats and 2.55 bag. “I’m launch until late 2016, she is already clear
really into black and white at the moment,” “Coco Chanel was on one thing: “I want the lineup to be mod-
she says, smiling and sipping an Americano. ern and very straightforward. I want it to
“I’ve been Chanelified. such a punk in the be super now, precise, and strong.” In prep-
“Coco Chanel was such a punk in the way way that she aration, she has been spending her time
that she approached style and feminism,” Pica approached style and creating mood boards, gathering visuals
continues. “She gave power to women, made that inspire her. Her references are broad:
it about how we wanted to look and not about feminism. She gave Art Deco postcards, images of Brutalist
Mixed
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stories and cute packaging.”
The Essentials: Ultraconcentrated ampoules
like the propolis-packed radiance enhancer from the
Korean brand LJH, and new-era sheet masks like
Whamisa’s organic, waterless, and cottonless face
saver made entirely of mineral-rich sea kelp mixed
Glow with hydrating essence.
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topic as they popularize water-activated, rubberized
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The
Bottom Line
Weary of looking back
in anger, Marcia DeSanctis
embarks on a dedicated
regimen in pursuit of
hindquarterly perfection.
RUMPUS RAISED
CYCLING AND YOGA CAN HELP,
BUT MUSCLE BUILDING REQUIRES
RESISTANCE TRAINING. PHOTOGRAPHED
I
BY IRVING PENN FOR VOGUE, 1994.
am lying facedown on my bedroom carpet, legs and anyone else’s who sits most of her waking life—can her-
bent with toes wedged against the wall, and Stu- ald disaster in the lower body.
art McGill, Ph.D., is coaching me over the phone A few weeks earlier, I’d hired a trainer to help me focus on
from Ontario, Canada. lifting and rounding my behind. It’s grown slack in midlife,
“Pretend you have a $100 bill in your glu- often affixed to the driver’s seat heading to my children’s track
teal crease,” he says. His voice is clinical but meets and crew regattas, and rarely to my own workouts. My
reassuring. motivation was pure vanity: The rear of my vintage Agnès
“My what?” I ask. B. leather trousers, which once filled out with curves, now
He translates into the vernacular. (Yes, you’ve called to mind a deflating balloon. I sought the shape that
guessed correctly.) I have enlisted McGill, whose life’s work Spanx gives me, with lean, firm dents in just the right places.
includes the study of the muscles of the derrière, to elucidate Given that I don’t have the stomach for implants or injections,
the less obvious advantages of a shapely, fit behind. In addi- I needed to sweat my way there. And now, thanks to McGill,
tion to guiding me through rear-improving floor moves like I understand my discipline includes a mental component I’d
hip bridges and the clamshell, he gives me some astounding not yet considered. To become iron-hard, he says, we must
news: I thought my brain was forgetting things? It turns out first train the brain to focus on this most esteemed—but
CO ND É N AST A RC HI V E
I may also have a case of gluteal amnesia. This condition, jilted—body part. Hence, the imaginary C-note concealed
coined by McGill, describes a loop where pain in the hips and under my Odile de Changy briefs. “You have to remember,
back causes the butt muscles to shut off, which in turn results whenever possible, to squeeze robustly,” McGill says. So
in more back, hip, and even knee pain. In other words, the lately, whether I’m going upstairs, counting sheep, rising
price of a flabby, squashed, and atrophying bottom—mine from chairs, or watching Veep, “Contract B E A U T Y > 6 6 2
the glutes!” is my rallying cry, to amplify the results of my Brenda Vongova, who works in the Secretary General’s
dedicated rump regimen. office at the United Nations, teaches her Bumbum Lift at
A curvy bum is sexy, but it’s advantageous to have a strong private homes. Many of her moves—with names like “fla-
one, too. The glutes are the largest muscle group and the pri- mingo,” “rainbow,” and “sailboat”—are based on her past
mary stabilizer for the body. They control the hips, the pelvis, as a synchronized swimmer. Where Carvalho incorporates
the knee, and by extension the back. And so my trainer and I free weights and Cybex machines, Vongova’s program is
have agreed to meet a few times a week at my gym in Litchfield, designed for efficiency on the floor of your bedroom. When
Connecticut, while I simultaneously sample several other I finish my session, Vongova congratulates me on completing
programs known to boost the backside. At the start of my all- 500 lifts in 20 minutes.
natural rump lift, I am advised by Bret Contreras, an author Still, there are no shortcuts for a determined lazybones
and expert in all that is gluteal, to take a “before” picture because like me to reverse a flattened seat into something more three-
inches don’t tell the whole story. “You can gain muscle and lose dimensional. Pure resistance training is required to build up
fat and your measurement doesn’t change, but you look way the three gluteal muscles: the maximus; the medius, which
better,” says the Phoenix-based trainer. So, feet planted on the frames the hips; and the minimus, which attaches to the leg.
cold kitchen tiles, I enlist my husband to snap away at my bot- My local gym has all the intimidating hardware, and Peter
tom. All but one image goes straight to the electronic trash bin. Bergamo, my trainer, guides me through exercises and repeti-
Artists from ancient Greek sculptors to Edouard Manet tions. I warm up doing squats on the TRX, careful to activate
and Helmut Newton have long shown the female behind to be glutes on the way up, rather than my quads, which I have been
a most enduring muse. As anyone who has not been marooned told to use on the way down. More squats with a heavy rope
on a life raft knows, the backside claims the center of the galaxy on both shoulders, Volga boatman–style. Bent-leg Jane Fonda
these days: fashion, fitness—heaven knows, Instagram. This kicks behind me, and yes, I feel the burn. The “fire hydrant” is
preeminence reached its apotheosis at the 2015 Met gala, when effective, if unlovely. My favorites are bridges for the opportu-
A
nd then there are the site-specific classes. approach. It’s astounding how lazily I used to walk, stand
The high priest of target practice is New in line at the market, or climb the stairs—on my toes rather
York’s Leandro Carvalho, a former Merce than my heels—and how simple it is to shift my weight back
Cunningham dancer whose Brazil Butt Lift so I can feel the glutes flex. More remarkable, though, is my
method is designed to round and reshape backside. I can’t overstate this: The butt is incredibly, emi-
to dazzling effect, most prominently on the nently transformable. The experts told me, and I am proof: If
fleet of Victoria’s Secret models he has trained. My lackluster, you work it, it will grow. Two months into my experiment, the
five-decades-old specimen causes him no concern. “There are photos are beginning to show definition where there used to
no hopeless butts, only hopeless people who don’t want to do be flesh. My husband/photographer has noticed, my trainer is
the hard work,” Carvalho says as I gasp for breath warming proud, and I’m a little stunned. More than that, my glutes are
up on a steeply inclined treadmill at the start of my hour-long doing the job they were built to do—hold me up and fill out
session. “I’ve never seen a behind that couldn’t be fixed.” the back of my favorite leather trousers. BE AUT Y>66 4
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POSNICK. CHRISTOPHE ROBIN’S NEW REGENERATING
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GENIUS
Arrondissement, the venue will boast the personal touch
Robin felt he lost with the overambitious, three-floor salon
on Paris’s Left Bank that opened in 2007 and promptly shut-
tered in 2009. While the new eight-chair space, fabricated by
architect François Bosc, comes with a stealth back entrance
B
efore jetting from Paris to Rome for Valentino’s for Robin’s high-profile clientele, a giant stucco clamshell
Haute Couture show in July, the actress Tilda basin in the salon’s street-facing boutique keeps the vibe
Swinton paid a visit to her long-time colorist deliberately equal-opportunistic: Visitors can wash their hair
Christophe Robin. Newly bleached following with products like Robin’s cult Cleansing Mask with Lemon
a stint with black hair for a role, Swinton was and then opt for a chic chignon or DIY blow-dry styled
hoping to return to her signature shade of pale blonde when with his latest launch—a trio of botanical-vinegar finishing
Robin’s next appointment materialized early in the form of lotions—at no cost. The leave-in spray that refreshes hair
Alber Elbaz. The Lanvin creative director books time with while adding shine was his idea; but Robin gives full credit
the coiffeur when his gray bits need styling. It was an average for its name to Deneuve.—AMY VERNER BE AUT Y>666
Book
Game ON
T
o the dismay of parents the world over, video games are engineered to be addictive. Yet in her
new book, SuperBetter (Penguin Press), Jane McGonigal lays out the controversial idea that
playing video games in limited amounts can benefit our mental health. “In games, we approach
obstacles with optimism and a willingness to learn, rather than feeling threatened,” says the 37-
year-old game designer, who has become the poster girl for a provocative new realm of research.
It all started six years ago, when McGonigal suffered a concussion and then fell into a depression. So she
created Jane the Concussion Slayer, a highly personalized program in which McGonigal battled her “bad
guys” (crowded rooms, bright lights) and collected mood-boosting “power-ups” (cuddling her sheepdog,
snacking on walnuts). Her spirits rose in step with her score, and after a year the former recreational
jogger was training for her first half-marathon. “That was when I truly felt like myself,” says McGonigal.
Now nearly half a million people have played her game (renamed SuperBetter), and the National
Institutes of Health has funded studies into using it to treat patients suffering from brain injuries. Between
speaking commitments, McGonigal is busy caring for her six-month-old twin daughters and taking long
walks. “We have a rule at home: one hour of physical activity for every hour of screen time,” she explains,
lending weight to her insistence on calling her weakness for Candy Crush a “strength.”—ELIZABETH SVOBODA
Beauty Health
Let
Them
Eat
FAT Endurance
athletes have long
sworn by the
ketogenic—or
“fat burner”—
diet, which takes
Atkins to the
extreme. Elizabeth
Weil tests it out.
C
ontemporary diets are bewildering—aloe CREAM TEAM
THE KETOGENIC PLAN IS HEAVY ON CHARCUTERIE, FRIED
water at 6:00 a.m., fast until three, only AVOCADOS, AND CHEESE-AND-BUTTER ROLL-UPS.
600 calories on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
I’d assiduously avoided all this rigid meal- The ketogenic, or high-fat, diet has long been a favorite
Q I U YA N G. P RO P ST YLI ST: CL A A RTJ E L I ND HOUT.
planning, choosing to eat instead like among ultraendurance athletes. Lately, it’s been adopted by
Michael Pollan, if Michael Pollan were a saner types, too—or at least those who’d like to look like they
Frenchwoman with an excellent sense of ran a half-marathon last weekend. This diet involves consum-
portion control. But then I reconsidered ing only 5 percent of calories from carbs and only 15 percent
my stance. Impressed by the slimmed-down Robin Wright and from protein. Doing this requires not only a shift in menu but
LeBron James, I decided to follow their leads and turn myself an altered logic: Eating fat does not make you fat; eating fat
into a fat burner—a person whose body runs by burning fat makes you burn fat.
instead of carbs. My new diet was said to lead to not only a This dietary koan was delivered to me by the Duke Uni-
sculpted body but increased happiness and better sex. Yet it had versity bariatric physician Eric Westman, M.D. I took as
rules, strict rules, and it left me disoriented, mistrusting two of my fat-burning bible a book he coauthored called Keto
life’s most common measuring devices, the clock and the scale. Clarity: Your Definitive Guide to the Benefits B E A U T Y > 6 6 8
of a Low-Carb, High-Fat Diet. The book pledged not only once a person was within ten pounds of her target weight, he
weight loss but also better skin and slower aging. In strict opened up the pantry to include sweet potatoes, pineapple,
accordance with the text, I began consuming a couple eggs, a even (whole-wheat) pasta. But keto followers eat high-fat for
quarter stick of butter, half an avocado, and six slices of ba- years, even label themselves as leading a high-fat, low-carb
con a day. Eating as many calories as I wanted total, albeit in lifestyle—HFLC, if you must. Some doctors believe high-fat
the right ratio, I dropped a few pounds in a week, too. But I diets increase risk of heart disease, but says Westman, “You
was having a hard time accepting some of Keto Clarity’s ad- can think of your metabolism as having an accelerator and a
vice. What to do when craving a piece of fruit? (And believe brake. You speed up, or lose weight, when you burn fat. When
me, I craved; oranges have never looked so good.) “Roll up you eat carbohydrates, you put your foot on the brake.”
a slice of full-fat cheese with grass-fed butter in the middle.” Years before picking up Keto Clarity, I’d accepted the
The idea of becoming a fat burner sounds modestly science- sad adult reality that eating bread is basically like eating
fictional, not to mention superhero-ish, but the research is Oreos, so I’d cut back on flour and sugar. (Apart from juice
sound. To put the biology in its most basic terms: Our bodies cleanses, pretty much every major weight-loss program re-
have two fuel tanks, one for sugars and one stricts carbs.) But you know the 80/20 rule?
for fats. If you eat mostly carbohydrates—
grains, fruits, vegetables, starches, legumes—
What to do when The corollary for the ketogenic diet is that
the last 5 percent is 100 percent of the night-
then you’ll burn mainly sugar for fuel. Those craving a piece mare. Eating some fat: great. Eating a lot of
stores typically contain enough energy for of fruit? And fat: fantastic! Consuming almost exclusively
about a day. Once the sugar is gone, we feel fat, delicious as pâté might be: I’d rather live
hungry, tired, and weak. Meanwhile, for the believe me, I craved; on kale, thank you very much.
most part, our fat just sits there, since insulin, Still, I love cheese, and through my first
the hormone produced by metabolizing car-
oranges have never week, I remained cheery. Greek yogurt, sa-
bohydrates, blocks our bodies from burning looked so good lami, sunflower seeds, salad with lots of dress-
fat. “Has there ever been a more unfortunate ing, roasted nuts; what’s not to like? Then I
homonym? One word means two very different things: the started to crack. I stared like a puppy while my husband ate a
fat we eat and the fat on our bodies,” Nina Teicholz writes in poached egg on toast—toast! I slapped my children’s fingers
The Big Fat Surprise: Why Butter, Meat & Cheese Belong in away while I hoarded my small clutch of raspberries (a very
a Healthy Diet. “It’s so hard for our brains to fully grasp that low-sugar fruit) and whipped cream as an after-dinner treat.
there are two entirely separate definitions of fat.” Consulting Keto Clarity for menu ideas sent me toward despair.
Pan-fried avocados; keto pizza with a pork-rind crust. How
A
s Cate Shanahan, M.D., author of Food did this become my life? I felt sluggish and fuzzy-brained—so
Rules: A Doctor’s Guide to Healthy Eating much so that while swimming laps, I was so off my pace and
and a consultant to professional athletes out of it that I became convinced that the pool clock was slow.
on becoming a fat burner, told me, a typical To check on my progress, I bought a package of Ketostix,
five-foot-five-inch, 120-pound woman car- little strips of plastic and paper that work like pregnancy
ries on her body well over 100,000 calories tests, except instead of revealing a plus sign in the presence
of fat. And maddeningly, those literal and metaphoric saddle- of pregnancy hormones, they turn pink upon detecting ke-
bags remain out of reach. tones. And for the first week, sadly, no pink, just beige, which
Much of this is old news to metabolism aficionados, in- was not surprising. (Westman warned me that it takes your
cluding people who have or study seizure conditions; they body a little while to become efficient at burning fat.) Still, I
have known for around 100 years that a brain fueled by fats wanted a good grade.
(or actually by ketones, the by-product of burning fats) rather I doubled down. I nixed the raspberries. I cut back on nuts
than by carbohydrates is less prone to seize. More famously, (secret carbs). After a while my Ketostix started turning dark
dear departed Dr. Robert Atkins, who died in 2003, pro- pink. I still couldn’t push hard at the gym—HFLC athletes
moted a ketogenic diet, much to the shock and horror of his complain about this, too—but I was back to my wedding
physician peers, who were then positive, and wrong, that a weight. I can’t say I aged more slowly or that my skin magi-
low-fat regimen (remember the 1980s favorite the Scarsdale cally regained its smooth, youthful glow, but I will say that I
diet, with its smorgasbords of grapefruit and toast?) was the ate unlimited charcuterie and felt terrific.
best way to lose weight. Meanwhile, Atkins enjoyed a loyal, The problem, as always with all extreme diets, is that the
rich, and famous clientele, and he sold millions of books regimen is antisocial. My ketogenic run broke down while
because, however kooky his high-fat protocol seemed, the I was celebrating with friends in San Francisco’s China-
regimen produced results. Near the end of his career, Atkins town: a big birthday, buns stuffed with Peking duck. I was
invited Westman, then a fellow in internal medicine at Duke so happy to be a normal human again, to no longer be a
University Medical Center, to study his clinic’s data. West- diet- and self-consumed bore. But should the duck-bun
man confirmed that, indeed, Atkins was right: Consuming lifestyle become a problem—and let’s not kid ourselves; it
85 percent of one’s calories from fat causes a person to lose will—I have a plan in place. I will take a long trip to France,
weight. Of course, Atkins was less of an extremist than where I’ll eat only pâté. Then I’ll fly home and stock my re-
contemporary keto promoters—after the first two weeks frigerator with cheese-and-butter roll-ups. I’ll make bacon,
on his diet, he allowed people to add melons and beans, and too. Please come visit me.
ALL SMILES
BOYEGA, IN
A BURBERRY
LONDON SHIRT;
RIDLEY, IN A
RAG & BONE
SWEATER AND
A REBECCA
MINKOFF SKIRT.
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talent
Out
of
n 1977, when Star Wars came out, nobody dreamed quickly succeeded onstage
Sight
The Force is clearly
that George Lucas’s jaunty piece of pop culture was announc- and -screen, acting in William
ing the future—billion-dollar movie franchises about good Boyd’s Six Parties at the Na- with Star Wars
and evil, characters marketable as action figures. “It’s a space
opera!” enthuses John Boyega, who, along with fellow Lon-
tional Theatre, starring in an
HBO pilot for Spike Lee, and newcomers
doner Daisy Ridley, stars in Star Wars: The Force Awakens.
Born a month apart in 1992 in London, Ridley and Boyega
playing an utterly convincing
Watts ex-con in the American
Daisy Ridley and
play, respectively, Rey and Finn, the central characters in indie Imperial Dreams. For John Boyega.
J. J. Abrams’s avidly awaited sequel, which takes place 30 her part, Ridley seemed to
years after Return of the Jedi and brings back Harrison Ford, appear from nowhere. “It’s a great place to come from!” she
Carrie Fisher, and Mark Hamill in their original roles. (Fur- says with a laugh. “Nobody has any expectations of me until
ther details remain under lock and key.) At lunch on their way they see the film.” In fact, she didn’t start acting seriously un-
to San Diego Comic-Con, Ridley and Boyega exude the hu- til late in high school. By the time of her Star Wars audition,
mor and spirited decency you’d expect of screen heroes. In her she’d done a couple of short films, an indie horror picture,
black dress and Star Wars sneakers (“I’m already branding and some TV episodes. Lucasfilm president Kathleen Ken-
myself,” she jokes), the slim Ridley has classic English looks nedy found her to be “a genuinely warm, wonderful girl to
that have prompted comparisons to Keira Knightley. “With hang out with—I knew she had something we were looking
me, it’s Shia LaBeouf,” cracks the well-built Boyega, sporting for.” But Ridley also brings grit to the role. “When you’re
a porkpie hat and a boldly patterned Maharishi shirt. in the Abu Dhabi desert and the cameras are rolling, most
The son of Nigerian parents (his dad’s a minister), Boyega newcomers would go ‘Aaaahh’ in fear,” Boyega observes.
began acting at ten, studied at Theatre Peckham, and rather “But not Daisy. She’s there.” C O N T I N U E D O N PA G E 6 7 7
TENSION
release, Boyega is considering theatrical FIGGIS’S
of Art and Design, Figgis posted a few of her humor-
projects—“I haven’t been onstage in HOUSE, 2015. laced images on Twitter. Richard Prince saw one, of a
two years,” he laments—while Ridley is lady with a long-beaked bird. “He secret-messaged me
still choosy, trying to chart a career like to say, ‘Could I buy that?’ ” she says. Prince also organized her first
that of Felicity Jones. And will they be American show last summer, and New York’s Half gallery took her on.
Figgis met her future husband when they were both seventeen. They
returning to that galaxy far, far away?
had two children, and she held off going to college until she was 30. The
“The studio needs to plan ahead,” paintings poured out of her after that, their subjects often snatched from
says Boyega. “But we’re actors from history—Regency dandies in top hats, Gainsborough ladies whose faces
London, so we just think about the dissolve in masses of luscious pigment. “Growing up in the shadow of
next gig.” He laughs. “Of course, if Britain, I’m obviously very interested in their costumes and their castles,”
Star Wars calls, we’ll say, ‘Sure, we’ll she says from her Dublin studio. “I’ve been struggling with paint for over
come.’ ”—JOHN POWERS a decade, but it’s somewhat coming together now.”—DODIE KAZANJIAN
WITH A TWIST
THATCHER
BY THE SAN
FRANCISCO BAY.
NO Reservations
scene
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a ll-star chefs stake fresh claims on New York. As the Eataly
empire expands, Mario Batali returns to his restaurant roots
with La Sirena, at the Maritime Hotel, calling it “a calm,
clubby trattoria in the middle of a very frenetic place.” Jean-Georges
Vongerichten debuts abcv, a spinoff of ABC Kitchen featuring a
boldly executed vegetarian menu. “It was just trendy 25 years ago,”
UP
and Away
It’s a high-water mark in an already thrilling year for
the young talent, whose year-long mentorship under
he says. “But today it’s part of life.” Farther south, Joël Robuchon’s
Alexei Ratmansky comes to a close in December—
Parisian favorite L’Atelier de Joël Robuchon reestablishes a foothold, just in time for him to pull on his dancing shoes for
this time in Battery Park City, while Atlanta transplant Guenter Nutcracker season. Maintaining this double life may
Seeger brings his unusual pairings (think king crab with vanilla) to be “fascinatingly complicated,” but, Thatcher adds,
the Meatpacking District. Meanwhile, in Brooklyn, Aska creator “what’s most gratifying is getting to that creative
Fredrik Berselius resurfaces with a new Scandinavian spot; its chic mental space with the dancers, where time stops and
tasting menu is sure to lure you across the river.—LILI GÖKSENIN you’re discovering things together.”—LAURA REGENSDORF
travel
to Savannah, and end at the Golden
Isles of Georgia, with a private tour of
the Penn Center (the first school in
Take the Long Route America for freed slaves), and grilled
oysters along the way. Out West, a
Grand Canyon expedition can include
private lodgings and a personal trail
guide. “Many Americans drive from
San Francisco to Big Sur or have
a ranch holiday in Montana,” says
Highley. “That does not do America
justice.” allroadsnorth.com; rates
start at $3,295 per person for ten
days.—GISELA WILLIAMS PATA > 6 8 4
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Family
CODE
Perla Haney-Jardine
lights up the screen
in Steve Jobs.
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Jardine, with a knowing laugh, of her audition to play Steve IN A JIL SANDER
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Jobs’s daughter Lisa Brennan-Jobs in Danny Boyle’s upcoming
biopic. After landing the role, the eighteen-year-old immersed herself in Aaron
Sorkin’s charged script, loosely based on Walter Isaacson’s biography. Conceived
in three parts, each centered on a key Apple launch, the film strives for a more
nuanced view of the tech pioneer (Michael Fassbender), who was a complicated
father. “Lisa’s the only one who can take him on, in a way,” says Haney-Jardine,
who appears in the climactic third act. Born in Brazil and raised in North Caro-
lina, Haney-Jardine got her first break early on, as the young daughter of Beatrix
Kiddo (Uma Thurman) in Kill Bill Vol. 2. Steve Jobs comes at another pivotal
moment: Before starting at Barnard College next fall, she’s planning to travel in
Europe and Morocco. She’ll take with her fond memories of being on set, from
MATERIAL
Fassbender’s impromptu Bowie renditions to the collective fascination with pe-
design
riod props. “It was cool seeing everybody whip out their phones and take pictures
of the old computers,” she says. “Very meta.”—L.R.
Ease
A trio of up-and-coming designers is making of pastel. Named for a female spirit in a
old-school crafts feel new again. At her West African faith, her latest collection
Fort Greene studio, Jonna Twigg uses a hot features graphic tribal patterns of
stamper to personalize hand-bound journals. marigold, cobalt, and lavender.
“Not everything belongs on the cloud!” she British-born Anna Karlin is another
says, and yet her work is a far cry from the advocate of the personal touch. A self-
dusty old volumes you might find in a club taught multidisciplinarian best known for
library. Her modern twist? Vibrant waxed furniture and lighting, she seems able to
thread stitched zigzag along cloth bindings. make anything she can dream. Her latest
An antique-rug dealer and scholar inspired foray, into colorful handblown glass, has
Aelfie Oudghiri to come up with her own resulted in a line of sleek, two-tone carafes.
designs, which reinterpret traditional, earth- Eight glasses a day never looked this
toned flat weaves with contemporary pops good.—REBECCA STADLEN PATA > 6 8 6
people are talking about
performance
tennis
Teen
SPIRIT
Borna Coric is
one to watch
at the U.S. Open.
PASSION PLAY
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For its newest revival of Verdi’s
Otello, the Met turned to
Bartlett Sher—“some pipsqueak
American boy who works on
Broadway,” he deadpans. To
push it “further into the twenty-
first century,” the director and
his team are punching up the
tale’s psychodrama. Set designer
Es Devlin has constructed
labyrinthine glasslike rooms that
catch the light just so. Costume
designer Catherine Zuber dresses
Desdemona (rising soprano Sonya
Yoncheva) in red at a ball but in call him Borna ‘Identity’ Coric,” says the tennis coach and NET GAME
a pale nightgown for the final
commentator Brad Gilbert. “He reminds me of a mini Djoker.” THE PLAYER WEARS
A CANALI SWEATER
scene. “It has this epic opening
and very intimate ending, and it’s
In both his hyperathletic agility, reflective of a childhood spent AND J.CREW
SWEATPANTS.
a beautiful sweep from one to the on clay courts, and his steep rise—the past year has seen the
other,” says Sher. Across town, at eighteen-year-old defeat Andy Murray and Rafael Nadal, both in two sets—the
the Park Avenue Armory, another young Croatian does bear similarities to this year’s Wimbledon champion. Djokovic
dream team has assembled (see page 730) himself has said that hitting with Coric “is like playing myself.” “They
for Tree of Codes, Wayne even have the same hair,” Gilbert adds.
McGregor’s new genre-bending The highest-ranked teenager on the ATP circuit (thirty-sixth), Coric is clearly
ballet, inspired by Jonathan motivated. Even when he was a child, “you could see in his eyes he wanted nothing
Safran Foer’s riff on Bruno more than to win,” says his agent, Lawrence Frankopan. “He fights till the last point.”
Schulz’s Street of Crocodiles, Small wonder that boxing is Coric’s favorite sport or that a tattoo on his bicep reads,
which concerns the theme of in gothic typeface, there is nothing worse in life than being ordinary. “He’s a
light. To that end, art star Olafur
phenom,” agrees broadcaster Justin Gimelstob, “and he looks like he’s cut out of
Eliasson has fashioned bright,
translucent disks that move like stone.” When asked who his own tennis idol is, Coric responds instantly: “I’ve been
planets onstage, while Jamie xx watching Goran Ivanisevic since I was four years old.” His fellow Croat, who in 2001
created the electric score. In- became the only man ever to win Wimbledon as a wild card, is equally loyal to Coric.
the-know teenagers flocked to “Borna is the leader of this new generation,” he says, referring to the spate of rising
the Manchester premiere this young talent, including Alexander Zverev, Thanasi Kokkinakis, and Dominic Thiem.
summer and Eliasson, who did a “I’m just lucky Borna happens to be from Croatia.”—MARK GUIDUCCI PATA > 6 9 2
lot of break dancing in his younger
years, can relate: “I think it’s a
lovely mix.”—KATE GUADAGNINO VOGUE.COM
people are talking about
The
photography
books
A deeply-in-debt col-
lege grad of mysteri-
WAY ous parentage joins a
WikiLeaks-like group
We in Jonathan Franzen’s
Live corrosive Purity (FSG),
which moves from East
Now Germany’s Stasiland
to an increasingly to-
talitarian America. A former fash-
ion model and a war vet navigate a
drought-devastated California from
an abandoned Hollywood Hills man-
sion in Claire Vaye Watkins’s masterly
first novel, Gold Fame Citrus (River-
head), which suggests it’s not simply
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of the digital age come under scrutiny
in Pulitzer Prize–winner Adam John-
son’s virtuoso story collection, Fortune
Smiles (Random House), while an eco-
nomic bust forces newlyweds to sign
their lives over to a penal contractor in
Margaret Atwood’s mordant romance
The Heart Goes Last (Nan A. Talese).
Sometimes the past feels anything
but nostalgic. “She was so tired of
the old way of telling stories.... She
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The indefatigable Tisci has lately
been charged with designing many of
his brand’s flagship stores—New York,
Rome, Milan, and London among
them—reflecting his interest in the
architect-designer Carlo Scarpa as well
as his own collections of the works
of Carlo Mollino and Gio Ponti, but
his design has also touched a broader
hen Ric- audience through his ongoing collabo-
cardo Tisci was invited to breakfast by ration with Nike. He touched his own
Hubert de Givenchy at the beginning heart with the elaborate costume (lav-
of Tisci’s tenure at Givenchy in 2005, ished with 3,000 hours’ worth of gold
the courtly house namesake gave him embroidery) for a devotional figure
two sterling pieces of advice. “Don’t of the Madonna of Grace that he de-
forget where you’re from,” Givenchy signed and gifted to his parents’ home-
told him, “and be yourself.” Tisci took town church in Palagianello, Puglia, in
those words to heart, promptly moving Italy’s raw south.
the label away from the tidy Audrey For spring 2016, Tisci is bringing his
Hepburn perfectionism that had been vision to Manhattan. “I’m obsessed
its calling card and embracing instead with America, and it’s been my dream
his own love of a certain gothic magic, to show in New York for a long time,”
his fascination with the urban bling he says, citing the significance of the
of contemporary hip-hop culture, his
profound Catholicism, and a passion
for strong women engendered while he
“I’m obsessed with
grew up with a powerful mother and America,” Tisci says.
eight sisters.
A decade later, Hubert de Given- “It’s been my dream
chy’s counsel seems unusually prescient:
Tisci’s influence is ubiquitous. His re-
to show in New York
spect for the power of the street and his for a long time”
translation of its sartorial codes into
high fashion have rippled throughout American market for Hubert de Given-
the industry, while that formative—and chy, who presented his first collection
enduring—family influence has led to in the city in 1956 and built his name
creative collaborations and friendships on the patronage of such élégantes as
with the artists and beauties defining Jacqueline Kennedy, Diana Vreeland,
today’s cultural world, from Marina Jayne Wrightsman, Deeda Blair, Lau-
Abramović (the ageless high priestess ren Bacall, and Bunny Mellon. Ever
of durational art) to the performers the mix master, Tisci will be presenting
whom he dresses both on- and offstage, not only women’s ready-to-wear but
from Madonna, Kanye West, and Ri- his powerful menswear and exquisite
hanna to Jay Z and Beyoncé. Mean- haute couture as well—all in collabora-
while, the impressive roster of models tion with Abramović.
he has discovered and championed, His show falls on the eleventh of
including Joan Smalls, Lara Stone, Lea September. “It’s a very symbolic day
T, Lakshmi Menon, and his longtime for the world and for America and for
muse Mariacarla Boscono, reflects his New York especially,” says Tisci, “and
early (and enduring) embrace of diver- so the message is about love. Some-
sity and fluid notions of gender iden- times I go very dark with my design,
tity—both concepts that the rest of but this—I wouldn’t say it’s romantic,
the world is, at long last, waking up to. but it’s very serene.”—HAMISH BOWLES
DE TA I LS, SE E I N T HI S I SSU E
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY A N TO N C O R B I J N
R A F S I M O N S of DIOR
P E T E R C O P P I N G of
OSCAR DE LA RENTA
S A R A H B U R T O N of
ALEXANDER M C QUEEN
Any one of these three designers
could turn out a masterly
tome titled Rules of the House—a
diplomatic yet daring treatise
on the best way to inhabit a new home
that will never bear your name
but nonetheless needs to be infused
with your spirit, your taste, your
vision of how things should be.
During the past five years,
Simons, Copping, and Burton
have done just that, to spectacular
effect, often starting their tenures
when their respective houses
were facing dark and emotionally
charged days. Far from hindering
any of them, such challenges
have inspired them to create work
infused with beauty, originality,
and a femininity that resonates in
ways both powerful and meaningful
for the twenty-first century.
FROM FAR LEFT: Caroline Trentini in Dior,
Karlie Kloss in Oscar de la Renta, and
Vanessa Axente in Alexander McQueen.
Hair, Duffy; makeup, Hannah Murray.
Fashion Editor: Camilla Nickerson.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY
JA M I E H AW K E S WO R T H
H E D I S L I M A N E of S A I N T L AU R E N T
“If I can hear one good song, I can see the clothes.” So says Hedi Slimane, who clearly has a knack for producing smash hits. For
the last few years he has been rocking the house founded by Yves Saint Laurent with audacious riffs on the contemporary
musical landscape—particularly that of his adopted home of California—shaking the ghosts out of the woodwork in the process
and letting Saint Laurent live and breathe again in the twenty-first century. (One other impact: Slimane has made the fashion
world reevaluate its attitude toward Los Angeles: “[It] was always quite dismissive of it, borderline condescending. Apparently the
mind-set has changed. A good thing.”) The mixing of his aural leanings—“Music has always been my main interest and
expertise”—into the classic YSL wardrobe now roots it in the rhythm of the street. “I thought the conceptual approach was
irrelevant in our current time,” he says. “I just keep following my principle of reality.”
Singer Mish Way of White Lung wears a Saint Laurent by Hedi Slimane mink coat.
Hair, Paul Hanlon; makeup, Lucia Pieroni. Fashion Editor: Camilla Nickerson.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY DAV I D S I M S
D ETA ILS, SE E I N TH IS I SSU E
S H A Y N E O L I V E R of HO OD BY A I R
Since launching Hood By Air in 2006, Shayne Oliver has made it his bold business to celebrate and appropriate subcultures—from
a Brooklyn-centric focus on the club to a gender-amorphous reimagining of the street—without sacrificing an iota of authenticity.
“When someone in the room is uncomfortable, that’s when we know the direction we should be taking,” he says. Oliver’s groundbreaking
collections—packed with deconstructed and elevated takes on work-, court-, and daywear like cutout hoodies or mangled and logo-
stamped jeans—are equal parts decadence and agitprop. “It’s always about challenging,” he says, “and about pushing something that
feels abrasive, even argumentative.” The magic in Hood By Air, though, is that it still looks and feels stylish, even glamorous.
Odell Beckham, Jr., wears a Hood By Air denim jacket ($1,375) and jeans ($1,055). Jourdan Dunn wears a Hood By Air mohair
sweater ($770) and leather cargo pants ($1,790). Hair, Akki; makeup, Dotti. Fashion Editor: Tabitha Simmons.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY M A R I O T E S T I N O
MARIA GRAZIA
C H I U R I and
P I E R PAO L O
P I C C I O L I of
VA L E N T I NO
The resting face of Valentino
under creative codirectors
Pierpaolo Piccioli and Maria
Grazia Chiuri—one of chaste
beauty—affirms a covered-up
aesthetic that has had a
profound effect on fashion.
The duo’s impeccable sense
of propriety, romance, and
discreet historicism—high
necklines, slender torsos, and
Guinevere dresses (as modeled
here by Raquel Zimmermann)—
has placed the Roman house
back at the fore on the runway
and the red carpet.
“The designer narrates the
ideals of beauty of their time,”
says Piccioli, who with Chiuri
has helmed the label since
2008. Their simple silhouettes
stand alone—or act as canvases
for the ravishing embroideries
and embellishments created
at the house’s atelier. “Fashion
becomes culture by going
beyond an image—by proposing
values and conveying
emotions,” says Chiuri.
Zimmermann wears
a chiffon Valentino dress.
Hair, Julien d’Ys;
makeup, Sam Bryant.
Fashion Editor: Phyllis Posnick.
P H OTO G R A P H E D
BY T I M WA L K E R
D ETA ILS, SE E I N TH IS I SSU E
703
THE SHOW
MUST GO ON
FROM LEFT: Madison
Stubbington, Rianne
Van Rompaey, Natalie
Westling, Karen Elson,
and Maggie Rizer.
Jacobs’s fall 2015
collection was half Diana
Vreeland, half Mary
Poppins. All clothes and
accessories by Marc
Jacobs. Hair, Jimmy
Paul; makeup, Dick
Page. Fashion Editor:
Grace Coddington.
I
had a wonderful night’s sleep last
night with Neville, my dog. We
cuddled all night.” Marc Jacobs
is sitting at an oblong table in
his Spring Street office, smok-
ing down a Marlboro Gold in
delicate, frenzied puffs. “Woke
up this morning feeling good, looking
forward to a day that wasn’t stressful
but maybe a little bit tedious.”
Tediousness is discomfiting to Ja-
cobs, perhaps fashion’s greatest living
showman, the designer whose inspired
riffs on pop culture have turned him
into an icon himself. At his namesake
brand, he has perfected a style both
immediate and immersive. Today, he’s
rolling out his fall campaign (crisp crepe
pleated skirts, sequined tweeds: half
Diana Vreeland, half Mary Poppins).
David Sims shot Cher, Willow Smith,
and Winona Ryder, among others,
against a garnet-red background, and
the result is different from anything Ja-
cobs has done before. “I tend to change
directions a lot, but I feel that I consis-
tently change,” he says. His hair, in the
latest of many incarnations, is now
close-trimmed and parted, and he has
a neat beard. At first he fretted about
the campaign’s randomness, but now he
is pleased: “I have this weird mind that
worries and then finds calm.”
Jacobs has a magic for transform-
ing a dreamy nostalgia for past styles
into an edgy, buzzy newness. It will
come in handy as he folds Marc by
Marc Jacobs into the main label, as
requested by his new CEO in March.
“I’m not really sure how to do it,” he
says, smothering his cigarette. “But
this is where the creative and the busi-
ness have to work hand in hand.”
Jacobs is often transparent about
his struggles, but the world got a fresh
window onto his inner life when he
joined Instagram. “I’d been a little cyni-
cal about social media,” he says. “But
there’s something about fashion that’s
like, ‘You love it till you hate it, and you
hate it till you love it.’ ” Tonight he’ll get
dinner with Bianca Del Rio, a favor-
ite drag queen; the two were in touch
after Jacobs commented on Del Rio’s
stream. Pensively, Jacobs fishes out
another Marlboro: Time for the sec-
ond course. “But then, I do know, after
being in therapy for 43 years,” he says,
“I love attention.” —NATHAN HELLER
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY
PETER LINDBERGH
D ETA I LS, SE E I N TH IS I SSU E
P H O E B E P H I L O of C É L I N E
“I have no idea what the future holds,” says Céline’s Phoebe Philo. “I follow my intuition and instinct on a
day-by-day basis.” That stance has paid off in a major way for Philo, as she has divined the way women want to look by
allowing for all sorts of seemingly contradictory impulses—utility and opulence, androgyny and femininity (albeit
ironically gestured)—to harmoniously coexist, all the while serving everything up with killer accessories. Despite her own
lower-than-low-key profile, the designer herself—bare-faced, sneaker-soled, a considered wisp of hair falling over her
face—is the perfect example of what it means to dress and live in Céline; a woman who, in the words of Elizabeth Peyton
(who drew Philo’s portrait, ABOVE), “is a very particular artist with a vision of how the world should look.”
PHOEBE, 201 5, BY ELIZ ABE TH PE Y TON
JOHN
GALLIAN O
of M A I S ON
M A RGIEL A
John Galliano’s debut this
year at Maison Margiela (now
sans Martin) has yielded
nothing short of fireworks.
Though the appointment may
have seemed improbable at
first—how would the pensive
codes of Margiela read from
within the splash and fanfare of
a Galliano garment?—it’s all
turned out rather fantastically.
Take, for instance, the
big-bowed burlap sacks and
netted illusion dresses at July’s
couture show, the perfect
hybrids of Galliano’s
showmanship and Margiela’s
penchant for repurposing objets
trouvés. Chalk it up to Galliano’s
long-standing reverence for the
brand: When he first started
wearing Margiela, in the
nineties, “I always felt that I was
buying into something that
I wouldn’t see millions of people
wearing,” he says. “The emotion
of it really appealed to me.”
Model Fei Fei Sun wears a
Maison Margiela “Artisanal”
designed by John Galliano dress
coat and heels. Hair, Akki;
makeup, Hiromi Ueda.
Fashion Editor: Grace Coddington.
P H OTO G R A P H E D
BY DAV I D S I M S
D ETA I LS, SE E I N TH IS I SSU E
DAO -YI C H OW
a nd M A X W E L L
O S B O R N E of
PU BL IC S C HOOL
I
t’s an interesting time,” says
Public School’s Maxwell Os-
borne, his signature blacked-out
sunglasses giving nothing away.
“People are wearing H&M
T-shirts under their runway
jackets.” He’s pointing to the
ongoing democratization of dressing
and design—something he and co-
founder Dao-Yi Chow find intrigu-
ing for a particularly personal reason:
“This mix of high and low aligns so
closely with our original vision, in
terms of both what we do and how
we see our clothes being worn,” says
Chow. “Timingwise, it feels right.”
Their progressive synthesis of ideas
has propelled them in a kind of hyper-
speed from a freshman collection in
2008 that remixed traditional gentle-
manly elements with a coolly casual
swagger—a long-sleeved slub tee, for
example, was treated with studded
inset plackets—to the CFDA/Vogue
Fashion Fund title in 2013, a dedi-
cated expansion into womenswear in
2014, and the 2014 CFDA award for
menswear. At this month’s New York
Fashion Week, they’ll add another
class to their curriculum as they reveal
their debut efforts as heads of another
forward-thinking (albeit much larger)
outfit: DKNY.
“There’s a common energy, and
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SQUAD UP
FROM LEFT: Joan Smalls, Dao-Yi Chow,
Dev Hynes, and Maxwell Osborne.
Smalls wears a Public School dress
and boots. Hynes wears a Public School
coat ($1,595), sweater ($375),
shirt ($375), and pants ($495). Hair,
Jennifer Yepez; makeup, Alice Lane.
Fashion Editor: Phyllis Posnick.
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BY B R U C E W E B E R
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KARLIE
KLOSS
Since she first walked
Calvin Klein’s runway (and
then went on to walk 31
others) at the age of fifteen,
Kloss’s image has gone
from girl next door
to—in the lineage of
Cindy and Christie—
supermodern supermodel.
Adored by designers and by
her 2.8 million Instagram
followers (and her BFF
Taylor Swift), Kloss (here in
Calvin Klein Collection),
now 23, has been at the
forefront of model
philanthropy for years with
both Karlie’s Kookies and,
more recently, her Kode
with Karlie scholarship.
Even more recent: her own
just-launched YouTube
channel, Klossy, which
offers behind-the-scenes
access to Kloss’s hectic life.
Hair, Luke Hersheson;
makeup, Miranda Joyce.
Fashion Editor:
Camilla Nickerson.
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A N G E LO P E N N E T TA
CAR A
DELEVINGNE
What does a
successful model look
like and act like today?
With her high times
and high cheekbones,
London-born Cara
Delevingne represents
her life—and fairly
defines her era—with
her approachable and
authentic harnessing of
social media (15.6 million
Instagram followers
and counting). “I don’t
want to be a cliché,” says
Delevingne, 23, here in
Prada. “Stop labeling and
start living.” In addition to
her modeling career,
a string of upcoming film
roles will soon see her
disrupt Hollywood—in
her own charming
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fashion, of course.
Hair, Garren; makeup,
Dick Page. Fashion Editor:
Tonne Goodman.
P H OTO G R A P H E D
BY PAT R I C K
DEMARCHELIER
A L E S S A N D R O M I C H E L E of G UC C I
In a little more than six months, Alessandro Michele has revolutionized the storied house of Gucci. The previously unknown
designer debuted his first collection only five days after the astonishing news of his appointment and, with it, jolted a heritage brand right
into the future. “The world has changed,” Michele explains. “There is a great urgency to find a bit of poetry. Sexuality has turned into
sensuality, and there is a marvelous anarchy that characterizes young people.” That anarchy manifests itself in gender-bending pussycat
bows, copious rings, geek-chic eyeglasses, and candy-colored furs. But Michele’s very presence at the helm of Gucci is more radical
than any mere piece of clothing—it might just pave the way for other anonymous designers to be called up to the main stage.
Actress Elle Fanning wears a Gucci dress ($4,600), glasses, and earrings.
Hair, Holli Smith; makeup, Sally Branka. Fashion Editor: Sara Moonves.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY A N G E LO P E N N E T TA
D ETA I LS, S EE I N TH I S I SSU E
M I U C C IA P R ADA
Words rarely do justice to the disorienting details of a Prada collection. “Tweedy synthetics,”
“minimalist embellishments,” “retrofuturism”: Mere descriptions fall short. The clothes themselves, though, reflect
an ever-surprising alchemy that has redefined the entire notion of bourgeois chic. “My work is about a continuous
research,” Miuccia Prada says, “not only of opposites, but of every new possibility.” The intelligence and subversive
humor of her designs have done nothing less than give us a new prism through which to view sexuality and femininity,
while Prada’s recently opened museum complex in Milan is already reorienting that city’s center of gravity.
British musician FKA Twigs, meanwhile, has a similar knack for eluding categories and, like Prada, understands
that “mystery is essential to everything interesting.”
FKA Twigs wears a Prada top ($980), pants ($1,040), and shoes. Hair, Soichi;
makeup, Yadim. Fashion Editor: Camilla Nickerson.
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K A R L L A G E R F E L D of C H A N E L
The magic ingredient that has kept the mercurial Karl Lagerfeld ahead of the curve at the innovative and iconoclastic
house of Chanel for over thirty years: Youth. Ever culturally attuned, Lagerfeld, now 81, perpetually preempts the
moment with the speed of a 19-year old—this is, after all, a man whose beloved Birman cat, Choupette, has her own
Instagram account. (His latest muse, Kendall Jenner—also 19, as it happens—is herself the perfect social media storm,
with more than 31 million followers on Instagram.) “The newer generation is less pretentious; they are open, and
very nice people,” says Lagerfeld. “Fashion’s dictators are out—and grotesque. It is now a non-stop dialogue.”
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GIGI
H A D I D and
KE N DALL
JENNER
Models, no longer voiceless
faces, have become
industrious, independent
Instagirls—an ethos
epitomized by the rise of Gigi
Hadid and Kendall Jenner
(OPPOSITE). Hadid, 20, was
just two years old when she
made her modeling debut as
a towheaded Guess Kids girl.
Now, with admirers like Tom
Ford and Steven Meisel, the
Malibu native has grown into
the babe that fashion has
long been looking for—
Claudia Schiffer for the age
of social media. “I was the
one who taught my agents
about Instagram,” she says.
For Jenner, meanwhile,
celebrity is as American and
as close to home as
apple pie, though she only
began to realize her
influence after her debut at
Marc Jacobs’s show eighteen
months ago. We’ve been
along for the ride ever since.
Gigi Hadid wears a
La Perla silk-satin slip,
$817. Hair, Thomas Dunkin;
makeup, Francelle.
Fashion Editor: Karen Kaiser.
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BY S E B A S T I A N K I M
D ETA I LS, SE E I N TH IS I SSU E
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MICHAEL KORS
Trends may come and trends may go, but Michael Kors—the gregarious designer and ever-present fashion celebrity—can
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continually be counted on to deliver the chicest possible imaginings of American sportswear. He’s built a bona fide kingdom out
of clean-line dresses, versatile and uncomplicated handbags, and even charming, boyish watches from his ability to take the
pulse of his customers. “I’ve always thought that halfway through any given decade,” Kors says, “the fashion really comes into
its own.” How does this hold up, then, at the midpoint of the 2Kteens? “We’re in fast times,” he says. “People are craving
something opulent yet personal—and, honestly, with a touch of optimism.”
All clothes and accessories by Michael Kors. Fashion Editor: Tonne Goodman.
N OT A RT, 2 0 1 5 , BY J O H N B A L D E S S A R I
STELLA
MCCARTNEY
In fourteen years, Stella
McCartney has built a fashion
house with both an elegant
voice and a singular consciousness.
In addition to her refusal to
create clothes for what she calls
“cookie-cutter women,”
McCartney personifies the
relaxed, sensual aesthetic of her
collections, and as a result,
women simply relate to her. Her
sophisticated feminine-masculine
counterpoints traverse
terrain from Parisian runways to
gym bags across the globe
(thanks to the success of her
Adidas collaboration, now in its
twelfth year). “We can use
design as a way to encourage,
challenge—and also be more
responsible,” says the mother of
four and longtime advocate
of animal rights and eco-causes.
“Fashion needs to look
beyond a runway to consider
the bigger picture.”
Raquel Zimmermann wears a
Stella McCartney embroidered
dress, $4,080. Hair, David von
Cannon; makeup, Gucci Westman.
Fashion Editor: Tabitha Simmons.
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PAT R I C K D E M A R C H E L I E R
TOM FORD
The era-defining Tom Ford consistently discovers new ways to ignite desire, and always marches to his own chiseled-jawed drummer.
Earlier this year, for instance, he dared show in Los Angeles during Oscar week, when most editors were in Europe. “Customers today
are more responsive to what Rihanna is posting on her Instagram than to fashion shows or even critics’ reviews,” the designer says. Ford
is also, of course, a film director, with a thriller, Nocturnal Animals, shooting in L.A. later this year. “His imagination is more powerful than
any reality,” says actor Nicholas Hoult, who starred in Ford’s 2009 directorial debut, A Single Man. “Tom builds imaginary worlds.”
Nicholas Hoult wears a Tom Ford suit. Grooming, Kayla MiChele. Fashion Editor: Michael Philouze.
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A L E X A N D E R WA N G
“It’s rare for me to stop and think about what we’ve accomplished,” says Alexander Wang.
“We’re just grateful to be in business!” Humility aside, the 31-year-old wunderkind has,
in the space of a decade, created a label that has become globally synonymous with
urban cool. Despite Wang’s very of-his-generation use of the collective and inclusive
we, to everyone else it’s all about him and how he holds court at the center of the
hippest gang in the universe. And though the increasingly sophisticated bravura of his
namesake collections may owe something to his being at Balenciaga in Paris, ultimately
Wang is a fashion designer in love with fashion. “I always knew I wanted to do it,” he
says of being a designer. “Nothing interested me more.”
FROM NEAR RIGHT: Kendrick Lamar and Anna Ewers (with Alexander Wang) wearing
Alexander Wang. Hair, Duffy; makeup, Lotten Holmqvist. Fashion Editor: Camilla Nickerson.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY A L A S DA I R M C L E L L A N
C H R I S T O P H E R K A N E a n d J.W. A N D E R S O N
In less than a decade, the edgy beauty of London-based Jonathan Anderson and Christopher
Kane—as modeled here by, respectively, Lily James (ABOVE LEFT) and Gugu Mbatha-Raw—
has redefined luxury for a new generation. The unpredictable and arresting collections of
the 33-year-old Kane have taken him from Central Saint Martins to securing a major backer
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(Kering) to opening his own Mayfair store. The 30-year-old Anderson, meanwhile, as creative
director of both the LVMH-owned Spanish house of Loewe and his own namesake label, has
crafted an arsenal of surreal and perverse touches into a provocative vision. “Fashion has
had to become more agile,” he says. “You have to break the rules.”
Hair, Luke Hersheson; makeup, Miranda Joyce. Fashion Editor: Camilla Nickerson.
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REI
K AWA K U B O
When Kawakubo, who has
spent almost a half century
astonishing the fashion world
with her radical vision at Comme
des Garçons, opened the first
Dover Street Market, in London’s
Mayfair in 2004 (she has since
added outposts in Tokyo, Beijing,
and New York), it was immediately
apparent that her shopkeeper
sensibility was as transgressive
as her groundbreaking—and
rule-breaking—designs. Who
else would shake up traditional
notions of retailing by hanging a
bejeweled Prada tunic a few feet
away from a deliberately battered
Supreme tee? Kawakubo stated
that her goal was to create “an
ongoing atmosphere of beautiful
chaos,” and the shop’s wildly
eclectic merchandise, wed to
an extremely sophisticated
curatorial eye, is in fact beautifully
chaotic—and chaotically beautiful.
In an age when so many of us
are relying more and more on
the Internet, an enterprise like
DSM offers the kind of electric
charge of retail excitement
that clicking ADD TO BASKET
can never hope to replicate.
All clothes and accessories by
Comme des Garçons. Hair, makeup,
and hair lace created by Julien d’Ys.
Fashion Editor: Phyllis Posnick.
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BY T I M WA L K E R
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N I C O L A S G H E S Q U I È R E of L OU I S V U I T T ON
“Designers are the markers of their time,” says Nicolas Ghesquière, who joined Louis Vuitton as artistic director in late 2013. The first
strike of his counterintuitive genius: revamping one of the most recognizable luxury logos in the world, giving the very notion of branding
a supremely modern and directional twist. In a mere two years, the Frenchman’s anticipatory vision has managed the trick of making
the global megabrand seem effortless while keeping it truly Parisian. Never one to hide behind the intricacies of his craft, Ghesquière
maintains that he is simply propelled by “the desire to propose answers to the ever-present question ‘What to wear?’ ”
Adèle Exarchopoulos wears a Louis Vuitton coat, turtleneck, and skirt. Hair, Akki; makeup, Hiromi Ueda. Fashion Editor: Grace Coddington.
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CHRISTOPHER
B A I L E Y of
BU R BE R RY
With an early adopter’s talent
for social media and mobile
functionality, Burberry’s chief
creative and executive officer,
Christopher Bailey, has defined
the house as the world leader in
determining how fashion
interacts with tech—something
he speaks about with
unabashed enthusiasm.
“Technology transcends
borders and languages,” Bailey
says. “It unifies how we
experience the world.” He’s
been especially adept at
grafting the digital arena’s
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D
a lot about this. I’ve realized that my in its culture. “Both our mothers wore
words were inappropriate, and I apolo- medallions of the Virgin in their bras,”
gize. They are just kids,” he continues. he says, “for protection.”
“You don’t need labels, baby labels.” He And they’re off on a riff. “It’s our
acknowledges that others should have tradition,” declares Dolce. “It’s in our
the chance to create families with the aid blood,” Gabbana adds. It’s also, of
of science. “I think everybody chooses course, in the DNA, in the rather appo-
for themselves. I don’t know everything site cliché, of the whole Dolce & Gab-
about IVF, but I love it when people are bana brand—a proposition that, for
omenico Dolce happy. It’s like medicine. Science has four decades now, they have brilliantly
is sitting in the exact spot—the end been put on the table to help people.” wrought out of nostalgia for everything
seat of a long gray sofa in the extrava- Stefano Gabbana, tanned and mus- traditionally Italian. Their collections
gant barocco salon in Milan—where cular in a pair of print trousers and a revolve affectionately around la fami-
he made his ill-chosen remarks about fitted T-shirt, shoots forward vigor- glia, in all its infants-to-elders dressing
“synthetic” children and gay parent- ously from a gilded, thronelike chair for every possible fiesta and holiday. It
hood to an Italian journalist in March across the coffee table from Dolce to comes, literally, from a sincere place—
that rocketed him and Stefano Gab- add his point of view. “When they ask Dolce’s memories of being brought up
bana to the position of fashion’s most- if I wanted to be a parent, I say yes, of in a village in Sicily, the son of a tailor,
hated figures of 2015. Today he pushes course, why not? But it’s not possible in and sparked by the image-making cre-
his glasses to the top of his head and Italy,” one of the few Western Europe- ativity of Gabbana, the son of hard-
says, “I am so sorry. It was not my in- an countries in which same-sex unions working blue-collar Milanese parents.
tention to offend anyone.” are still illegal. (A bill is under discus- The pair of young lovers found
The repercussions of his now- each other in the boom time of Milan
notorious remarks, coming from a
gay, Sicilian Catholic designer, have
“I’ve done some soul- fashion in the early 1980s. They had
arranged to meet for the first time in a
assumed huge proportions in this, the searching,” says Dolce. nightclub, where Gabbana was seeking
most remarkable year of breakthrough advice about how to break into fashion.
and celebration for LGBTQ liberation. “I’ve realized my words A few months later, he was off to Sicily
On May 23, the Republic of Ireland, were inappropriate, to spend Christmas with the Dolce fam-
a Catholic country, overwhelmingly ily. (When her son first confessed to her
voted to legalize same-sex marriage. On and I apologize” that he thought he was gay, Mamma
June 26, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled Dolce had counseled him to “go and try
that same-sex couples could marry na- sion to make single-parent adoption it! If you don’t try it, you won’t know.”)
tionwide. On April 24, Bruce Jenner possible.) This, among other obstacles, These two men, whose joint repu-
came out as the transgender woman we stymied Gabbana’s serious hopes of tations have been on Internet trial as
now know as Caitlyn. An incensed Sir becoming a dad. “I had thought of something between religious reaction-
Elton John, husband of David Furnish going to California and having a baby, aries and gay traitors these past few
and father of two sons conceived by but I couldn’t bring the baby back to months, were also, Gabbana reminds
IVF, read Dolce’s comments, published Italy, because you need the mother’s us, the first male designers in Italy to
in Panorama magazine. He excoriat- passport. I asked about adoption in come out as a couple. (They are no lon-
ed the designers over Instagram and Italy. It’s very hard for a straight couple ger romantically linked.) “We made our
called for a boycott, stirring support here—imagine if you are gay!” first interview saying we are gay in 1999.
and dismay from Martina Navratilo- As for Dolce, it is tempting to see his It was a question, can you imagine, so
va, Madonna, Ricky Martin, Victoria apology as prompted by public pres- late?” Gabbana says. “We lived togeth-
Beckham, and many others. It was diffi- sure or by the fear of losing business. er, and we talked about love, not sex or
cult for a liberal community to fathom: But he holds to the conviction that cer- being gay. And it was headline TV news
Why would anyone who is homosexual tain choices other gay men and women in Italy. But for us, it was normal!”
put forth an opinion, in ugly language, are taking are personally not open to Evidently chastened, Dolce con-
that seemed to disparage the freedom him because of his Catholic beliefs. siders the gulf between doctrine and
of same-sex couples to become parents? Dolce’s spirituality is a meditative con- the lives we live now. “Bah!” he ex-
Regarding the IVF children his com- solation, one he will talk about only claims. “Who needs an institution
ments insulted, Dolce expresses re- when pressed, he says. “I never use my to tell us how to love?” And then, re-
morse and says he understands the hurt faith for advertising.” Gabbana, unlike flectively: “We shouldn’t become too
his words have caused. “I’ve done some Dolce, does not regularly attend church rigid. We need to understand, accept
soul-searching. I’ve talked to Stefano but, like most Italians, grew up steeped everyone.”— SARAH MOWER
FLOWER GIRLS
Adriana Lima with her daughter Valentina. Lima wears a Dolce & Gabbana silk dress, purse, and shoes. Valentina wears a
Dolce & Gabbana Children’s floral dress. Hair, Recine; makeup, Aaron de Mey. Fashion Editor: Tabitha Simmons.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY B R U C E W E B E R
JACK
McCOLLOUGH
and L A Z A R O
HERNANDEZ
of PR OE N Z A
S C HOU L E R
Proenza Schouler’s Jack
McCollough and Lazaro
Hernandez are the new
standard-bearers for what it
means to be a young global
fashion powerhouse. Proof of
the claim? The clothes, which
over the past decade have
come to be known for a
surfer-slouch meets Gotham-
hip aesthetic tailored to PYTs
in search of artfully dashed
dresses or metallic pleated
skirts. (When your fan club
runs from Lauren Santo
Domingo to Kristen Stewart
and from Grimes to Beyoncé,
you’re doing something right.)
Having launched swimwear
last summer, they’re now
working on their first perfume.
“We just try to stay fluid,” says
Hernandez. “The rules are
always changing.”
Model Julia Bergshoeff wears
a Proenza Schouler knit dress
($3,450), felt coat ($3,250),
and mules. Hair, Paul Hanlon;
makeup, Lucia Pieroni. Fashion
Editor: Grace Coddington.
P H OTO G R A P H E D
BY DAV I D S I M S
R ALPH L AURE N
The mere mention of the name Ralph Lauren summons vivid tableaux of idyllic, dream-state Americana—an equestrienne in her
perfectly broken-in jeans, say, framed by a jagged Teton horizon, or a graceful athlete in her slim-fit piqué polo, topspinning and
volleying away under a cloud-dotted East Coast sky. The RL ethos, of course, becomes all the more impressive when one takes into
account the astounding fact that Lauren—who is also the first designer to think on a truly international scale—has been creating and
honing it for nearly 50 years (the company was founded in 1967). His latest focus? To diversify his far-reaching empire: “You have to
keep moving,” says the man who’s lately reinvented himself as a restaurateur, opening up three outposts, including the Polo Bar on
Manhattan’s East Fifty-fifth Street, one of the hottest tables in town. “It’s exciting to step out—the change never stops.”
Dree Hemingway wears a Ralph Lauren Collection denim dress ($2,190) and riding boots. Ralph Lauren ribbed
tank and prairie skirt. Hair, Shay Ashual. Makeup, Jeanine Lobell. Fashion Editor: Tonne Goodman.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY PAT R I C K D E M A R C H E L I E R
U N IQL O a nd
N O VA K
D J O KOV I C
A
fter winning his third
Wimbledon title in
July, Novak Djokovic
donned a white jacket
with a royal purple
trim—a nod to the tournament’s
livery—from Uniqlo, his apparel
sponsor. It was a simpatico look for
the world’s number-one tennis player:
The Tokyo-based company has come
to provide the blueprint for global cos-
mopolitan wardrobes—and, with more
than 1,500 stores (and six more arriv-
ing in the U.S. this fall), it’s become a
venerable international force of its own.
Off-court, Djokovic has also seen
a number of milestones lately. Last
year he announced the arrival of his
first child, Stefan—with wife Jelena
Djokovic, née Ristic—via social me-
dia. Additionally, the Novak Djokovic
Foundation—his Belgrade-based phil-
anthropic organization, which focuses
on early-childhood education and wel-
fare under the directorship of Jelena—
opened its latest School of Life this
past summer in Vladičin Han, Serbia.
“Less than 10 percent of children
from the poorest households in Ser-
bia attend early-education programs,”
Jelena says. “A new building is simply
the beginning.” The foundation’s initia-
tives extend far beyond the classroom
door, from the implementation of mo-
bile teaching technology to reducing or
eliminating preschool fees. “It is easy
to lose one’s compass in life,” Jelena
adds. “We see misfortune—and we are
really lucky that we can do something
about it.” The NDF will also continue
to grow its alliance with UNICEF
(Djokovic has served as an ambassa-
dor for the humanitarian agency since
2011) and is about to launch a cam-
paign to highlight youth-development
issues globally, a roster of achievements
ever more impressive when one consid-
ers the tennis star’s age. “I’m 28; I feel
good,” Djokovic said after Wimble-
don’s trophy ceremony. Then he added
a flash of that tenacious, all-star mettle:
“I’m going to try to push my own limits
and see how far I can go.” —N.R.
D ETA I LS, S EE I N T HI S I SSU E
BALANCE OF POWER
Djokovic, photographed in Wimbledon,
wears Uniqlo shorts, $50; Uniqlo, NYC.
Sittings Editor: Phyllis Posnick.
P H OTO G R A P H E D BY
A N TO N C O R B I J N
RULE
BRITANNIA
Queen Victoria herself
set the mode for more:
more silks, more
nosegays, more buttons,
more trims. That’s the
lavish spirit behind this
look—but its modern
interpretation has a loose,
uncorseted freedom our
suffragette forebears
could only dream of.
Model Liya Kebede
wears an Alexander
McQueen organza dress;
Alexander McQueen,
NYC. Sorel boots.
Fashion Editor:
Grace Coddington.
H U S T L E
Victoriana is the new buzzword, with today’s social buccaneers wearing flared sleeves and
ROYAL
TREATMENT
All-over florals,
looking rather like
Aesthetic Movement
wallpaper, are a
lush—and young—
idea for big nights.
Gucci georgette
dress; select Gucci
boutiques. Details,
see In This Issue.
B U S T L E
florals, flounces and jet—and old lace made new again. Photographed by David Sims.
JET SET
While it was the longing
for dear, departed
Prince Albert that
sparked the Victorian
vogue for mourning
colors and jet jewelry,
today’s glittery black
looks shout “after-
party,” not “tragic love.”
Givenchy embroidered
coat and wool trousers
734 ($1,690); givenchy.com.
Pierre Hardy sneakers.
FIT TO BE TIED
High necklines—from
dickeys to assorted
face-framing flounces
and ruffled jabots—
pique our interest.
Chanel black jacket with
white bow collar, ruffled
skirt, and dark-gray
jeans ($1,300); select
Chanel boutiques.
Timberland boots.
Details, see In This Issue.
TOPSY-TURVY
Does this satin
quilting remind you
of a duchess in her
dressing gown—or a
Houdini-in-training
planning a great
escape? Either way,
it’s fun and it works.
Céline reversible coat,
satin skirt ($2,100),
and sneakers;
Céline, NYC.
IMMODEST
PROPOSAL
While prim Victorians
are said to have
draped their pianos
lest any leg show, this
sheer piano-shawl
dress reveals rather
more limb than an old
Steinway. Valentino
embroidered silk dress;
valentino.com. Details,
see In This Issue.
BELLE OF
THE BALL
Amazingly, wrists
(like necks, napes,
and ankles) are again
erogenous zones—
with flared sleeves
and ruffled cuffs
possessing all the
drama of Thackeray.
Donna Karan New
York turtleneck
dress; Donna Karan
New York stores.
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QUEEN FOR A DAY
Brocade, metallic
embroidery, overlayerings
of lace—the complexity
of heavily worked
fabrics like these adds
another dimension
of decadence. Dries Van
Noten embroidered dress
($1,805) and brocade
skirt ($1,045); dress at
Blake, Chicago, and skirt
at Capitol, Charlotte, NC.
Details, see In This Issue.
GREAT
EXPECTATIONS
The ideal of elegance
has reemerged
recently—with the
stakes substantially
elevated. For a grand
affair, we love the
look of an opera coat.
Marni silk-and-wool
dress ($3,590) and silk
blouse ($1,130); dress
at Marni boutiques
and blouse at Neiman
Marcus stores. Marc
Jacobs skirt, $3,600;
Marc Jacobs stores.
WUTHERING
HEIGHTS
The elongated line
is what this is about:
stretching the
silhouette from chin
to toe. Wearing lug
boots or thick-soled
sneakers adds even
more height (and hints
at the rebel beneath
the velvet). Chloé dress,
$3,795; Bergdorf
Goodman, NYC. Louis
Vuitton turtleneck;
select Louis Vuitton
boutiques. Details,
see In This Issue.
THIS OLD THING
How did granny details
suddenly become
so compelling? Who
thought we’d all
be craving lace-
antimacassar chic?
With fresh eyes, old
tropes come to life.
Alberta Ferretti mohair
blouse ($990) and
skirt ($1,490); Alberta
Ferretti, Los Angeles.
PORTRAIT
OF A LADY
The ultimate sartorial
emblem of the era—
puffy sleeves—looks
rather disco-warrior
when paired with
slithery sequins. Louis
Vuitton embroidered
shirt, sequined skirt,
belt, and boots;
select Louis Vuitton
boutiques. In this
story: makeup, Lucia
Pieroni for Clé de
Peau Beauté; hair,
Paul Hanlon. Details,
see In This Issue.
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I n t o Wo o d s the
The season’s new long and cozy coats—all red-rose embroidery,
Maid Marian belts, and folkloric patchwork—are touched with the fairy-tale
romance of a lost, sunken forest. Photographed by Mikael Jansson.
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The pop-goddess pantheon still has its rebel-dominatrices in Madonna, Rihanna, and Nicki
Minaj. Their fans are their subjects, and they never hesitate to throw shade. Beyoncé belongs
to the new breed that’s anti-dominatrix, even nurturing. “The word diva is used for so many
female performers, and it often means they have reputations for being difficult,” observes
Marc Jacobs, whose dress Beyoncé is wearing on this magazine’s cover, “but she exudes
charm and a lovable quality.” Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, and Taylor Swift speak constantly and
tenderly of their fans’ needs and vulnerabilities. At times it can feel almost pious.
Beyoncé works hard to show us she is a Nice Person. There are intriguing moments in
her self-produced documentary, Beyoncé: Life Is But a Dream, where rehearsals are going
wrong and her notes for her team (“I have a million,” she says flatly) are not being attended
to. She sees that being polite is not working: “You can be fair, but me being polite was not
me being fair to myself,” she remarks. Beyoncé calls another meeting, but we don’t see what
happens. If there was to be a moment of delicious, scrupulously fair Not Niceness, it never
came. The camera had turned away.
The possible Not Niceness residing in Beyoncé she reserves for her music. There, she’s a
powerhouse. She can sneer. She can outstrut and stare down any man in the film frame. Call
her, in the songs, She Who Must be Obeyed—in the palace, in the bedroom, in the hood, on
the road, and on the runway. Her lyrics keep the narratives and the moods changing. Her
videos give us material to enact a range of dreams with: how to dress, how to talk, how to
succeed in business without really appearing to try; how to fall in love or lust without sur-
rendering our will; how to work up the courage to do something we’ve never done before.
“Her appeal crosses art forms, genders, and generations,”says Stella McCartney.
“She’s primal, rare, delicate, beautiful, and powerful”
In “Flawless,” a near-stream-of-consciousness song about, among other things, her
thwarted teen show-business dream, she reaches out further and gives us words from the
novelist Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s elegant TEDx talk, “We Should All Be Feminists.”
(“We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, ‘You can
have ambition but not too much. . . . ’ ”) Asked how she feels about Beyoncé’s influence, Ngozi
Adichie responds, “Feminism is still very much a contested idea, and to have it taken on by
a pop icon with her enormous influence over young lives can’t hurt the cause for equality.”
Beyoncé opens up room for a lot of cultural conversations. The sexuality she flaunts has
raised the ire of conservatives and even some women, who feel she’s playing into demeaning
racial and gender stereotypes. (Sometimes on her own, sometimes with Jay Z.) But the most
powerful thing about her persona is the unabashed pleasure she takes in her own body: its
beauty, its power, its versatility. It’s an exuberance reminiscent of Josephine Baker, who coolly
noted that most people’s derrières were only good to sit on. “It is the intelligence of my body
that I have exploited,” Baker declared—and she was right. Marilyn Minter, whose bawdy grit-
and-glitter work Beyoncé and Jay Z collect, observes that “as an artist who dirties up sanitized
images, I am fascinated with Beyoncé’s control.”
Her life evokes show-business narratives we already know and love. There’s the girl-group
trajectory that ends when a star is born. The drably named Gumm Sisters give rise to Judy
Garland. The Supremes recede and Diana Ross becomes The Supreme Being. Once there
were three, but the real Child of Destiny is Beyoncé. There’s the gossip-generating marriage-
of-the-stars paradigm. Is it a love story? Is it a mutually beneficial union between two powerful
kingdoms? Can it possibly last? And there’s an interesting racial story here, too, perfect for the
age of Obama, at whose 2009 inaugural ball Beyoncé channeled Etta James’s glorious “At
Last.” People often Google the question “Is Beyoncé black?” The answer is as complicatedly
simple as race history in America. Beyoncé is what we now call African-American, and like
many African-Americans she is also of mixed—Native American and French—ancestry.
She is a talented, disciplined performer. She’s a wife, a mother, and—at the same time—
an avatar for single women. And, as all of this proves, she’s a superb businesswoman.
What her future holds is an open question. Beyoncé watchers and worshippers specu-
late: Will she add jazz, pop, and rock standards to her repertoire? Will she make good on
her acting talent in the projected remake of A Star Is Born, directed by Bradley Cooper?
We know what we want from her. The most interesting question is: What does she want
from—and for—herself?
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THE SHAPE
OF THINGS
Beyoncé in a wool
dress by Stella
McCartney. “She
has an energy,”
the designer says
of her. “When you
watch her, it’s
like fireworks.”
SIREN SONG
Giving good
silhouette in an
Atelier Versace
embroidered tulle
dress. In this story:
hair, Kim Kimble;
makeup, Francesca
Tolot. Set design,
Jack Flanagan.
Produced by Erick
Jussen for GE
Projects. Details,
see In This Issue.
Ma k i n g
He r
Case
She waited a grueling 166 days to be
confirmed, but Loretta Lynch’s tenure as
attorney general is off to a dramatic start.
Emily Bazelon reports.
Photographed by Annie Leibovitz.
I
t’s late on a July afternoon in Durham, North
Carolina, and Loretta Lynch, the country’s new
attorney general, is trying to warm up a room of
stony-faced police officers. This Southern city is
Lynch’s hometown, and she’s spent the day hav-
ing lunch with her parents, who live nearby in
a modest brick house, and indulging in a bit of
local-girl-made-good celebration. She attend-
ed a roundtable with community leaders who
squeezed her shoulders and hugged her, and
posed for pictures with local reporters. This encounter, with
rows of seated police officers, is a little different. “I promise
not to take too much of your time,” she says, flanked by an
American flag, wearing a navy sheath with matching blazer
and navy slingbacks, which boost her height, of barely five
feet, by a couple of inches. “Just because I’m the daughter of
a Baptist minister doesn’t mean I’ll go on long.”
That wins her a few smiles. But when she asks for ques-
tions, the room turns silent. The fact is Lynch carries some
baggage when it comes to police. Some is inherited—Lynch’s
predecessor Eric Holder came down hard on law enforcement
in Cleveland and in Ferguson, Missouri—and some she’s ac-
quired on her own by opening an inquiry into the Baltimore
Police Department following the death of Freddie Gray.
The atmosphere in the room is wary, and it’s Lynch who
has to break the silence. “OK, let me ask you a few ques-
tions,” she says, looking an officer seated before her in the
eye. “How long have you been a police officer? Why did you
want this job?” For a couple of beats, it’s not clear whether
he’ll answer. Lynch holds the cop’s gaze, and it’s the quality
of her attention, its patience and respect, that seems to move
him to speak. “My father and brother were officers,” he says,
“so you could say it’s the family business.” As she directs the
conversation around the room, the police talk with increasing
candor. A young black woman says she became a cop five
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THE HAND
OF JUSTICE
The country’s
first female
African-American
attorney general,
photographed in
her hometown
of Durham,
North Carolina.
Produced by
Kevin Cullen.
Sittings Editor:
Mark Guiducci.
years ago “because I saw my family treated unfairly, and I Mafia, and public-corruption prosecutions. Republicans
wanted to be on the front lines in making change.” An older approved of the fact that she had no personal ties to the
white man tells Lynch that when he was a boy of eleven, “my president—and yet Lynch found herself in Washington’s
stepfather beat my mother to a pulp, and a police officer ar- version of purgatory, as Senate Majority Leader Mitch
rested him.” A fourth officer describes fleeing Cyprus at the McConnell held up her nomination in an effort to wring
age of four and resolving that one day, “I would protect my concessions from Democrats on immigration and abortion.
family and my society.” Lynch listens patiently, and by the By the time she finally won the Senate’s approval in April by
end it’s obvious she has made an impression. Several heads a vote of 56 to 43, less than two years remained in Obama’s
nod as she says in closing: “The lines that divide the police presidency. Though it’s possible she could stay on (what do
and the community can be so artificial.” you think, Hillary Clinton?), Lynch has to assume that her
“I wonder if they’d heard one another’s stories before,” she clock is ticking along with the president’s.
says to me that evening, as we fly back to Washington, D.C., That means the time is now to ask how she will make an
in a government plane (call it Air Force Four). She and her impact. The only moment she bristles in talking to me, just a
husband of eight years, Stephen Hargrove, formerly an on- bit, is when I ask how she can avoid a caretaker role. “The is-
air technician for the Showtime network, who affably came sues are too large and too immediate,” Lynch says firmly. This
along for the trip, have been recounting the day. (When I is the next day, in her Washington office—which she’s still in
introduced myself to Hargrove at the police event, he gave me the process of decorating, with a portrait of herself and her
mother and a small collection of art: an engraved
elephant statuette from a trip to Israel and a pair of
bronze cats from Benin. Referring to the nation’s
many enemies, she says, “They don’t have a calendar
that says, ‘In eighteen months we’re done seeking to
rain terror on the United States. In eighteen months
we’re done trying to defraud America or crack their
cyber codes.’ ”
In fact, Lynch’s term is already off to a dra-
matic start. She dominated the news at the end of
May by accusing top officials in the international
soccer organization, FIFA, of rank corruption.
Announcing the 47-count indictment, Lynch
looked unflappable—even as if she was having a
good time—and the confidence and the sweep of
her presentation made her a worldwide phenom-
enon. She may be the Obama official most likely
to be confused with a country singer, but she is
also now “FIFA hunter,” as a German headline
put it. At the finals of the Women’s World Cup, a
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confidante. But she too thinks Lynch has an opportunity. black valedictorian—but again, kept the truth from their
“Loretta has a stellar reputation for working with everyone,” daughter. “As a preacher, I had seen some black people who
Jarrett says, calling Lynch (perhaps less helpfully, given the were mad,” Reverend Lynch explains. “And once you get
L
ways of Washington) “one of my favorite people.” angry, you don’t think as well, and you don’t study as well
or grow as fast.”
oretta Lynch can trace her ancestry back More difficult for her parents was Lynch’s push to go to
at least five generations in North Carolina, Harvard instead of the University of North Carolina, where
and her family history bears the hallmarks she was offered a full scholarship. “As a pastor of a church,
of African-American struggle and resis- I was on a very limited salary, so I said, ‘My gracious!’ ”
tance. Lynch’s great-great-grandfather, her father remembers. Lynch says she was determined to
a free black man, fell in love with a slave broaden her horizons: “Quite frankly, I needed to build my
and reentered bondage to marry her. He own world.” She asked to live with freshmen from various
was first in a long family line of Baptist parts of the country and drew support from a core of black
ministers. Her grandfather, a sharecropper, opened his church classmates. “We could really just hang out, as small-town
to hide black men wanted by the law. “They didn’t think they girls coming to the big time,” says her classmate Dana Scott
would get a fair deal in court,” says Lynch’s father, the Rev- Saulsberry, now a school administrator in St. Louis, who
erend Lorenzo Lynch. “Loretta grew up hearing that story, remains a close friend. She and Lynch sang in the college gos-
and I know it stuck in her mind.”
When Lynch and her two brothers were young,
in the 1960s, their father held civil-rights meetings
at home. He also ran (unsuccessfully) for mayor
of Durham against a white candidate in 1973 on a
platform of government reform. “My foundation
from my family,” Lynch tells me, “was watching my
father never back down from a fight locally. My dad
felt that there should be an opposition candidate,
that if he had that view and he really believed it, he
should live up to it, which is how I came home from
school one day to see the headline that my dad was
running for mayor.”
Lynch and her brothers also watched their par-
ents earn graduate degrees. “Their emphasis was
that we live in a society with racism, that is clear, but
your job is to better yourself,” said Leonzo Lynch,
53, the attorney general’s brother and the fifth min-
ister in the family. “You got an education, you did
your best, and that would lift you above society’s
view of your color.” One summer, because the fam-
ily owned only one car, her mother relocated to
Greensboro, North Carolina, for several weeks, to
finish the coursework for a master’s degree in library
studies. Lynch remembers complaining about her
father’s cooking. “We would come down for break- POWER OF ATTORNEY
fast, and there would be chicken and string beans. President Obama meets with Lynch in the Oval Office in April—
You know, you’re kids. So you’re like, ‘Why are we days after the Senate finally confirmed her by a vote of 56 to 43.
eating this? What’s going on?’ ” she says. “But we all
knew that our mother was doing something that she really pel choir (the attorney general was a first alto) and were two
wanted, and it was important to her.” of the founding eleven members of the Cambridge chapter
In the end, Lynch learned a lesson from her mother of the black sorority Delta Sigma Theta.
about defying gender expectations. In the South, she says, Known for its record of public service, Delta counts sev-
“there’s very much a view, sometimes, as to what little girls eral former and current members of Congress among its
should do, or what women should do, and you really do members. The emphasis on leadership was a natural fit for
not have to accept that.” Lynch, say her sorority sisters, who turned out for her confir-
Meanwhile, Lynch’s parents shielded her, as best they mation hearing wearing the group’s signature colors, crimson
could, from racism. In fourth grade, she says, when she per- and cream. “Loretta was a fully formed adult when we were
formed well on a standardized test, her school, refusing to nineteen years old,” says Sharon Malone, a fellow found-
believe the score, asked her to retake it. “My parents never ing member of the Delta chapter who is an obstetrician-
told me why,” says Lynch, who then got a higher score. At gynecologist and the wife of Eric Holder. “The Loretta you
graduation her school decided that she would share the see now, composed and mature and measured—she was
honor of valedictorian with two other students, one white like that 35 years ago.” Lynch’s friends remember a playful
and one black, she says. Her parents learned that this deci- side as well. “She was a cheerleader for the basketball team
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Bella Donna
In her upcoming memoir, design icon Donna Karan
reflects on her early days in fashion, creating her groundbreaking
label—and embarking on her latest chapter.
WOMAN TO WOMAN
Donna Karan with her daughter, Gabby, Vogue, 1996. OPPOSITE: A resplendent Cate Blanchett wears a gold Donna Karan
New York strapless evening dress for the December 2009 cover of Vogue. Photographs by Annie Leibovitz.
Finding Her Fit in Fashion house Mark and I had moved to in Lawrence, Long Island.
I had the bagels and lox all spread out. I assumed they were
A young Donna is hired by Anne Klein— coming to coo over Gabby and maybe bring flowers and a
and winds up in the top job. casserole. Then I saw the trucks arrive, the racks of clothes
being wheeled up my driveway. This was business.
The first thing I learned when I took the job as chief assistant We cleared out my dining room so we could use it as a
to Anne Klein in 1971 was that she was the boss. Yes, she had design studio. Betty Hanson, our head of sales, walked in and
her investors, and her husband and business manager, Chip. immediately answered the phone in the kitchen.
But Anne was as much an entrepreneur as she was a designer. “Um, OK. Yes,” I heard her say. Her face fell. She hung
She controlled every aspect of her company—which clothes up and looked all around, clearly unsure of what to say. She
were sold and where, how they were presented—and every- came closer. “Anne died.”
one reported to her. I admired her strength and appreciated The shock hit me, and I started shaking and couldn’t stop.
how much she sweated the details. Nothing was too small for Anne died? How could that be? She was only 51. She was going
her to have an opinion about, from the positioning of darts to be fine. At least I thought she was. Betty knelt by my side.
and buttons on a blouse to the coffee mugs we used in the “Donna, listen,” she said in a soothing voice. “This is
showroom. She didn’t miss a trick. terrible, but you need to finish the collection. The stores are
Anne liked to design at night. Often, it would be just her, waiting. Anne would have wanted you to.”
me, and a model. She’d go into a zone and fit for hours and Then it dawned on me. Everyone knew. They knew all
hours, a practice I picked up from watching her. I’d pass her along that Anne was dying. And no one told me. I never
pins, and she would work painstakingly on the model. Be- got to say goodbye to her. She was my teacher, my mentor,
cause of Anne I, too, became a stickler for fit. To me, fitting my everything. I was 25 years old, had just given birth, and
is sculpture, a three-dimensional creation on a body. Anne was dead.
Where Anne was all about silhouette, I was passionate A whirlwind. A 24/7 storm of madness. Those are the only
for fabric—and she let me shop in Europe. When it came to ways I can describe the chaotic days and weeks that followed.
inspiration, she’d say, “God gave you two eyes; use them!” In All my dreams of being a stay-at-home mom had gone out
many ways she was like her predecessor Claire McCardell, the window. I had to deliver the pre-fall collection, then face
another great American fashion icon. Neither could separate the big one—fall—set to show in May 1974.
being a woman from the clothes they designed. Clothes can I didn’t channel Anne in any way while designing that
and should be beautiful, but they only work if you want to collection; I was still too numb for that. But I did call upon
wear them in your everyday life. every lesson she taught me. I designed for flexibility, creating
mix-and-match sportswear a woman could wear multiple
“Donna, I plan to travel for a while,” Anne said one day in ways. I knew I had to put my own stamp on this collection, so
the late spring of 1972. “I need you to do holiday on your I made it a little hipper, a little cooler. I wanted the collection
own.” With Anne away, I felt free, and my mind raced with to feel young and sexy.
design ideas. My collection was couture in feeling, with On the day of the show, all my usual insecurities washed
every piece artisanal and special. I used my favorite col- over me. Who was I to take on Anne’s legacy? Would every-
ors—black, white, red, and vicuña—and incorporated lots one laugh at me for even trying? During the presentation in
of embroidery and leather. That collection foreshadowed our showroom, I frantically fussed over each model before
my future. The truth was Anne hadn’t been traveling that I let her walk out from behind the curtain, and I held my
summer; she had breast cancer. breath until I sent out the last girl. My work was done. I felt
Right around this time, my husband Mark and I learned naked, exposed, and horribly vulnerable.
that I was pregnant. I couldn’t have been happier. I was go- Then, out of the darkness, over the music, I could hear the
ing to be a mother—the thing I wanted more than anything. start of applause, and it grew and grew. The reaction was im-
I fully intended to be a stay-at-home mom. Because Anne mediate and overwhelming. Someone handed me a bouquet
wasn’t well, I worked even longer hours than usual, heading of white roses. When I stepped out onto the runway for my
home at midnight or later. I wanted to prepare as much as bow, people stood. Blinded by the lights and the emotion, I
possible for my maternity leave. trembled and tried not to fall over. The collection was a hit.
While I was in labor on Long Island, Anne was at Mount
Sinai in Manhattan with pneumonia—and no one was at Birth, death. Death, birth. The same year I married my sec-
work. Our pre-fall collection was due that very week. We ond husband, the sculptor Stephan Weiss—in 1983—my con-
spoke on the phone hospital to hospital, discussed how many tract with Anne Klein & Co. came up for renewal. I saw this
buttons should be on a double-breasted navy cashmere coat. as an opportunity to redefine my future. Creatively, I wanted
Gabby, all of ten pounds, had no sooner popped out than to design a small collection of clothes for me and my friends;
our investor Gunther Oppenheim called my hospital room I was tired of designing for other people. I wanted to explore
in that deep German voice of his: “Donna, ve need you to what I wanted to wear, which was basically a Danskin leotard
come back to vork.” with a large scarf wrapped around my hips—the same way I
“Would you like to know if I had a boy or a girl?” I asked. dressed in high school! I also wanted fluid, flexible clothes to
“It’s a girl.” take me through my nonstop days, especially when I was on
I checked with my doctor, who forbade me to go back to the road. Like every urban working woman I knew, I went
work so soon. straight from the office to dinner. Last, and this was huge, I
When I told Gunther, he said, “OK, ve come to you,” wanted clothes that made me feel sleek and sophisticated. At
and less than a week later the whole staff arrived at the new the same time, I didn’t want to give up my professional success
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and security. Couldn’t I have a little collection under the Anne “Then we fail,” he said, smiling with that ever-present
Klein umbrella, a place to pour out my creative juices? I took twinkle in his eyes. “Never be afraid to fail. That is the first
the idea to my bosses. step to succeeding.”
The answer was an unequivocal no. They wanted my full At that moment, at our dining table, the Donna Karan
attention on Anne Klein. They were protecting their brand; Company was born.
I understood. But I hated hearing the word no. My law-
yer, Charles Ballon, who had been Anne’s personal law-
yer as well, said, “Stay or go, Donna. They need you to
make a decision.” Several months later, when we were in
the midst of preparing our spring 1985 show, the phone I’ll Take Manhattan
rang. “Donna, Mr. Taki and Mr. Mori would like to see Karan launches her namesake brand—and
you right away.” This wasn’t a request; it was an order. revolutionizes the way women dress.
“Donna, you’re fired,” Mr. Taki said, staring right at me.
“Excuse me?” I was sure I had misheard. New husband. New company. New job. All in New York, a
“This back-and-forth has gone on too long,” added Mr. place where ten million things happen at once. At 36 years
Mori. “We’ve made the decision for you. We’re not renewing old, I was a wife, a mother, and a designer starting over.
your contract. It’s clear your soul isn’t here anymore.” For me, the best part about being busy is that I don’t have
Before I could fully digest what was happening, he contin- time to think. I just do. And there was so much to do. First I
ued, “We believe in you, Donna. Which is why we would be had to secure the right people, because you’re only as good
happy to support you in your own company”—and that’s as the team behind you. Next I had to find a space and set
what they ultimately did. up a design room. Then I had to create a sample room from
“Donna, I’m just not seeing the bad side. This is great
news,” Stephan said later that night after dinner. “It’s every- scratch, hire fitting models, recruit salespeople, and hire
thing you’ve dreamed about.” I loved Stephan’s fearlessness, merchandising and production teams. Budget everything
but I was terrified. I didn’t know the first thing about running and plan a timeline, a marketing strategy, a retail rollout.
a company. Gather supplies—design, office, backroom. Develop a brand
2007: CRAIG MCDEAN. 1995: STEVEN MEISEL.
“Put the business equation out of your mind,” Stephan strategy—we didn’t even have a company name.
said. “You have me. I’m your partner. I’ll protect you. You The obvious thing was to put my name on the label,
just need to design.” but it didn’t seem like enough. When you’ve been design-
“Stephan, I love you, but you’re not exactly a business- ing under another name for so long, you feel protected.
man,” I said. “You’re an artist. You need to spend more time It’s not you out there; it’s your job. One day I saw one of
in the studio, not less.” the shoeboxes stacked in our studio’s black kitchen for
“Business is creative, Donna. This will be my art for a our upcoming show. maud frizon paris london, it said.
while. We’ll start it right here,” he said, hitting the table. “We Suddenly, it hit me. “Hey, what about Donna Karan New
can do this; I just know it.” York?” I said it aloud. “Donna Karan New York.” That
“What if we can’t?” I whispered. sounded bigger than me. C O N T I N U E D O N PA G E 8 2 8
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CHARM
OFFENSIVE
“I describe his
style as ‘sneaky,’ ”
says his friend and
fellow comedian
Neal Brennan.
“It’s polite, but it’s
a bit of a Trojan
horse, in that it’s
more cutting than
his accent and his
dimples would
have you believe.”
Noah in Burberry
London. Details,
see In This Issue.
Sittings Editor:
Phyllis Posnick.
ALL
IN
THE
TIMING
As Jon Stewart steps
down from The Daily Show,
Nathan Heller catches up
with his heir apparent, the
young South African comic
Trevor Noah. Photographed
by Patrick Demarchelier.
uring the minutes before a most politically influential comedy program on TV—Noah
show at the Comedy Cellar, the narrow sidewalk outside fills has been an object of both fascination and perplexity. His se-
with passersby—slowly at first, then all at once, like ducks lection was instantly controversial. He’s green, for one thing:
around a spray of bread crumbs. A huddle of men near the Noah will be the youngest comic anchor in an evening slot.
curb roils with laughter. A gangly busker circulates, telling And although he’s been billed as the most famous comedian
bad jokes. Suddenly, an S.U.V. docks on the opposite side of in South Africa, where he grew up and until recently lived,
MacDougal Street, and another comedygoer—a little late, he remains unknown to most Americans. In his 2013 com-
as usual—bounds out. Wearing brown khakis and a navy edy special African American, which made its U.S. debut on
zip-up hoodie trimmed with yellow, he is tall and built like a Netflix and other streaming media, Noah poked fun at this
J.V. athlete, with close-cropped hair and a dimpled, good-boy country’s caricaturish conception of “Africa.” “Have you
grin. This is Trevor Noah, who, at 31, will soon take the reins seen those commercials? Those UNICEF ads?” he asked.
of The Daily Show, which Jon Stewart has led to national “You just see this horrible village, dirty; these old, rusting
glory over the past sixteen years. buildings; these sad black people. And I’m looking, and I’m
“Great to see you, man,” the bouncer says to Noah. They like, Ew, where’s that—Cleveland?”
briskly embrace. A female friend accompanies Noah, and At Comedy Central, Noah’s internationalism was seen
together they clatter downstairs and squeeze into a booth, as an asset: One of Jon Stewart’s signatures has been close,
close to the stage. It’s nearly midnight, and the M.C. gets critical attention to a world beyond the 50 states, and Noah, a
down to business. “Give it up for Ryan Hamilton!” he calls. student of America but not a product of its thought, seemed a
Noah applauds loudly from his seat. “He’s one of my favor- fit. “He brings a really wide perspective,” says Michele Gane-
ites,” he says. “Very smart.” less, Comedy Central’s president. “We want a show that’s
Hamilton, a rising Mormon comic, fences with the notion multiplatform—how will it feel a little more contemporary,
that people who make it in New York can make it anywhere. a little more reflective of the news as it arrives now?” As a
“Maybe New York City is the easiest place to make it,” he millennial, Noah comes with a strong social-media presence;
says. “You pop out of the subway and go, Oh! The streets he promises a new point of view at a moment when the Old
have numbers! I see six delis! I think I’m going to make it!” Guard is moving on. (Stewart’s partner-in-crime Stephen Col-
Noah gives a whooping laugh, and the comic’s eyes meet his bert takes over Letterman’s recently vacated seat this month.)
across the stage. Over the past year or so, Hamilton has scored “If you think about it like a classic car, a Mercedes in 1970
gigs on Conan and The Late Late Show, but he performs in looks very different from a Mercedes in 2015,” Ganeless says.
large part in small clubs. Once, Jon Stewart was a rising comic “I describe his style as ‘sneaky.’ It seems polite—it is
like this, making hopeful forays onto the Cellar stage. Now it polite—but it’s a bit of a Trojan horse, in that it’s more cut-
is Noah, a club star but a screen newcomer, who’s snagged the ting than his accent and his dimples would have you believe,”
job that hundreds of comedians would give anything to win. Neal Brennan, an Emmy-nominated comedian, writer, and
Since being selected, in March, to take the helm of what director who’s become a close creative confidant of Noah’s,
in many ways is Comedy Central’s flagship show—and the says. When they first met, Brennan warned him that it was
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hard for a foreign comic to succeed in the U.S.: Many British “South Africans know how to recycle like Israel knows
comedians had achieved some success, but none had really how to be peaceful,” he complained in 2010. Last year he
become household names. “Then John Oliver basically did retweeted the statement “When a woman is loved correctly,
it, and now people are more open.” (James Corden’s recent she becomes ten times the woman she was before” and added
popularity probably hasn’t hurt, either.) the comment “So she gets fat?” Some Daily Show diehards
Back at the Cellar, a progression of young comics passes found these tweets offensive, and Comedy Central issued a
Noah, many reaching out their hands for a quiet greeting. statement in defense of Noah’s comic judgment.
When Joe List, in a depressive drawl, complains about a “I realized, when people don’t know you and you’re now
vigorous sexual maneuver (“It was like she was riding a bike going to be a part of their lives,” Noah says, “they try to form
with a flat tire”), Noah catapults forward, doubled over. a picture, taking whatever little information they have.” Since
After recovering, he disappears into the hallway. joining Twitter in 2009, he has posted some 9,000 tweets. “I
The M.C. takes the stage again. “Give it up for the one and always say to people, ‘Do you think my two million followers
only Trevor Noah!” he shouts. would not have called me into order had I been sexist or racist
Heads turn in surprise. Noah decided to go on only min- or anything-ist along the way?’ ”
utes earlier. Now he strides onto the stage and opens with Noah is accustomed to trying to explain who he is, begin-
some observational humor. He lampoons New York subway ning with his upbringing. When he was born, in 1984, in
etiquette—“If they look at you, you have to look away.” Johannesburg, South Africa was deep in the social prison
Noah’s style at the microphone is warm and even-keeled. He of apartheid. The constraints of legal segregation touched
turns to L.A., and larger concerns. him personally: His mother is both Xhosa and Jewish, and
The last time he was in California, Noah says, he was his father is Swiss. (The Swiss, he likes to joke onstage, love
pulled over by a cop while driving. “I’m very scared of chocolate.) Their relationship was illegal, and, technically,
police right now in America, because I don’t want to die,” so was his existence. “I was born a crime,” he says in African
he deadpans. As a foreigner, he says, he’s terrified of inadver- American. If police appeared when he was out walking with
tently doing the thing that gets unarmed black men shot for his parents, his father would cross to the opposite side of the
no reason. As the laughter mounts, Noah describes rolling street and his mother would drop his hand. (“I felt like a bag
down the window and flopping his whole torso out it, arms of weed,” he jokes.) He saw his father only sometimes, on
dangling down like a rag doll. When the officer asked him weekends; during the week, he lived with his mother’s family
if he knew why he’d been stopped, he said, “Is it because in Soweto, the city’s infamous black slum, sharing a shack
I’m black?” with multiple cousins.
The Cellar audience cracks up, won over by the bemused- Then 1994 arrived, the year when Nelson Mandela led his
foreigner act and the effortlessness with which he sidled up country past apartheid. “I knew it was life-changing. I didn’t
to the most charged issue in American domestic politics. Just know why,” Noah says. “When you’re ten years old, you don’t
as quickly as Noah started, he stops. “Thanks for having know that you’re not able to sit on a bench reserved for white
me!” he says. There is a huge cheer. people. I was at an age where the only authority in my life
“Another dream of mine: One day, I’ll be on The Daily was my mom. That was my battle—how to get her off my
Show,” the M.C. says, reclaiming the stage. “You can say it back.” Yet the changes in the way he lived became clear when
to the universe. Can you say it to a microphone when the the family moved out of Soweto, into a lovely new suburban
new host is listening?” house. “I was twelve years old,” Noah says, “and this was the
A
Noah, however, has already left the room. first time I wasn’t sleeping in a room with five of my cousins
and peeing into a bucket at night.”
nother night, nearby, Noah gets din- Noah had always been known as a funny kid, the clown
ner at a Sullivan Street sushi joint in the schoolyard. But until his teens he’d never thought of it
in the Village. The place is filled as a serious pursuit. “It was literally a friend who said to me,
with N.Y.U. kids, sake-bombing in ‘You need to get onstage and make these jokes.’ I was like,
the early spring. Here, the waiters ‘That makes no sense. I tell you the jokes.’ He said, ‘Yeah, but
know his favorites: salmon sashimi, you need to tell them to everyone.’ ” Noah shakes his head.
rainbow naruto, crab spider rolls. “I didn’t understand that.”
In July, Noah moved into an apart- Noah gave his first stand-up performance during the week-
ment, on the West Side, and although The Daily Show ly comedy hour in a Johannesburg jazz club. As he tells it, he
brings a more demanding schedule, he’s experienced the walked onstage, and everything changed. “I didn’t know what
change as a settling-down. For the first time since he began I was going to say, or how to say it. I knew nothing about
to tour, half a decade ago, Noah no longer has to pick his structure, punch lines, pull-backs—none of the mechanics.
clothes based on what can stay wrinkle-free in a suitcase. All I knew is, as soon as I started talking I was home,” he says.
(He likes Tiger of Sweden, though in a pinch a Hugo Boss Even comic masters describe years of failure, working
suit fits him off the rack.) He’s been putting himself through toward their first, precious laughs. Noah’s early success—by
something of a crash course in contemporary American the age of 20, he was hosting a popular TV program for
social thought; books on his nightstand over the summer kids, and by 25, he was selling out theaters and hosting the
included Mating in Captivity, SuperFreakonomics, Outliers, SAFTAs (South Africa’s version of the BAFTAs), though
and a biography of JFK. His first taste of the pressure of he briefly drove a cab between—earned him a reputation
his new position came within days of its announcement: for overconfidence. “The arrogance that this man shows
Reporters combed through six years of Noah’s Twitter posts is ridiculous,” Mel Miller, an older South African comic,
and discovered some unsettling jokes. says in You Laugh but It’s True, a 2011 documentary about
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South African comedy, by David Paul Meyer, that centers nor impatient to find it,” he says. “Right now, the love of my
on Noah’s preparations for his first one-man show. In the life, and the most demanding woman I’ve ever been with, is
U.S., Noah observes, “modesty is not something you’re comedy. She’s never fully mine. I think I know her, but there
often afforded. You have to believe you’re the best in order are moments when I realize I still have a lot to learn.”
for anyone to notice you. Whereas in South Africa, you have His work has kept him company during his years away
the luxury of having others telling you how good you are.” from home—and during returns under sometimes-trying cir-
Meyer had come to South Africa in 2008 with vague ideas cumstances. When Noah was a teenager, his mother married a
about documenting how the country’s struggles were reflected man, the father of Noah’s two younger half-brothers. Slowly,
in its humor, and when he happened into one of Noah’s early the relationship became abusive. “I had never seen anything
club performances, he was blown away. “That being said, like that. I’d always thought of women as the stronger and
I was still shocked when Trevor got the Daily Show job. I more powerful sex, because that’s what I grew up with.” Fi-
figured he would become president of South Africa first.” nally, his mother left her husband and found a house of her
In 2009, Meyer, who went on to film Noah’s comedy own; but in 2009, while she was returning from church, her
specials, also persuaded him to try his hand at an American ex-husband appeared out of nowhere and shot her twice, in
tour. “He has a gift in that he can explain foreign concepts the head and the pelvis. “I guess with adrenaline, she managed
to an unknowing audience and simultaneously make them to run and get into the car. My brother jumped in, and he
laugh,” Meyer says. Noah went to a few clubs in L.A. and drove her to the hospital,” Noah recalls. “I was literally bawl-
found that people there laughed, too. “Over time, you start ing. She wakes up from a coma, and she says, ‘Oh, please, stop
to realize a lot of the challenges we face crying.’ And I say, ‘How can I not cry?
are so similar,” Noah says. “South Af- I almost lost you.’ And she says, ‘Yes,
rica and America are both struggling “I’m a quarterback,” but you must always look on the bright
with race and race relations and how to
address the injustices of the past. We’re
he says of joining side. . . . At least now, you’re officially
the best-looking person in the family.’ ”
still trying to find ways to establish
equality between men and women—in
the Daily Show team. His family has kept a wry perspective
on his international success. “I think my
terms of the pay gaps and how society “I don’t need to score grandmother would be as happy if it
perceives us. There are conversations was the principal of my school calling
I have in America where I go, ‘This is the touchdown. I just to say I’d gotten good marks,” Noah
exactly like being back home.’ ” says. Neither of his parents has ever
Noah toured 40 states in 2011: He need to spot the pass” seen him perform; the one time Noah
wanted, he said, to learn America. In invited his mother to watch him on-
African American, he speaks about his admiration for Ameri- stage, she declined. “She said, ‘What do you do?’ I said, ‘I
can black culture—“the coolest black in the world”—and his tell jokes.’ ‘Don’t you tell jokes at home?’ ‘I do!’ ‘Well, so why
efforts to blend in. (On landing in New York, he says, he was would I go out to get what I can get at home?’ ”
immediately mistaken for a Puerto Rican.) Noah can imitate For Noah, though, The Daily Show is more than an exten-
his Xhosa mother, white South Africans, Valley girls, and the sion of the dinner table—it’s a different and vertiginous kind
English of the American inner city. In African American, he of stage. Recently, he says, he asked Stewart, “ ‘Do you even
even speaks, persuasively, in Japanese. think I can do this?’ And he said, ‘They wouldn’t have asked
you if I didn’t say, “I believe in this guy.” You are my guy.’ ”
Like much American television, The Daily Show airs in When Stewart got his first show, he pointed out to Noah, he
South Africa with a one-day delay, and Noah, “a nighttime was a 30-year-old comedian on the road. Today, Noah, who
person” by habit, began to watch it in 2009, at the sugges- grew up on soccer but has since become an avid basketball
tion of Meyer, an early fan. (Meyer has just joined The Daily fan, uses a sports analogy to talk about the change: You
Show as a field producer.) A few years later, while on tour don’t hire a rookie to replace the team’s M.V.P. You’re hoping
in the U.K., Noah got a call from Jon Stewart. “He starts that the rookie, in time, grows into a valuable player himself.
up with truly the most modest introduction: ‘I don’t know While Noah says that the show’s voice will be his own, he
if you’ve heard of me. I do a little show called The Daily plans to reinstate a stable of roving reporters, as in Stewart’s
Show,’ ” Noah recalls. “I said, ‘Oh, yeah, I’m a huge fan.’ And early days, and to keep existing writers. “I’m a quarterback,”
he said, ‘Yes, and you should be. It’s one of the best shows he says. “I don’t need to score the touchdown. I just need to
on TV!’ ” Stewart asked whether he might be interested in spot the pass.”
performing a segment. Noah, on tour, couldn’t do it. “It’s like Politically, Noah says, he and Stewart are cut from the
your dream girl comes along, but you’re happy in a relation- same cloth: “We will come to the same conclusions, but the
ship,” he says. “I just had to take it as a compliment and say, formula to get there will be completely different. Jon said
‘Maybe in another life.’ ” it the other day. He said, ‘I’m just tired. I’m angry, and I’m
Stewart invited Noah to come to the studio when he was tired. I’m tired that there hasn’t been change.’ ” Noah is still
next in New York. “It’s akin to Willy Wonka and the Choco- young and fresh and eager to rise.
late Factory,” Noah says. “I remember thinking, I could nev- “There’s a fantastic moment where, when you’re with Jon
er do this. And Jon said, ‘Well, one step at a time.’ ” Months in the chair, you look into his eyes, and he’s just a performer,”
later, Noah did a quick segment. “I was hooked,” he says. Noah says. “It’s you and it’s him. You’re both comedians.
Since then, Noah, who had a long relationship end around He doesn’t have seventeen years on you. He’s not the host
the time he got the Daily Show offer, has turned his focus seri- of a show. He’s just Jon, and you’re just Trevor. And you go,
ously toward his craft. “I’ve never been afraid to fall in love, ‘Let’s do this.’ ”
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Lake
Effect For Cindy
Crawford and
family an island
getaway in
central Ontario is
dressed-down,
off-the-radar
bliss. Rob Haskell
flies in for a
summer weekend.
Photographed by
Carter Smith.
O CANADA
“You’re the real you up here,” says Crawford of life
with her family on the lake. Details, see In This Issue.
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THE SIMPLE LIFE
Dark wood and an
overhead canoe
give the dining
room a traditional
lake-house feel.
ON THE
WATERFRONT
The uniform
at the lake is
casual. “I have a
swimsuit on no
matter what,”
she says. Details,
see In This Issue.
Cindy and Rande, a successful entertainment entrepre- had his boating license since age nine); there is cliff diving
neur, have no particular reason to be here, except that they nearby, bass fishing, logrolling, and wake surfing. When
fell for the place thirteen years ago when friends invited them they’re bored with straight-up waterskiing, the kids will tow
for a week. Despite living in Malibu the rest of the year, they their friends on trash-can lids. At sunset, the family piles into
are lake people at their core: Rande spent his boyhood sum- a boat with drinks and snacks; perhaps they’ll see friends on
mers at sleepaway camp in New Hampshire, while Cindy a dock somewhere and pull up for an hour. Back at home,
waxes nostalgic about the cabin her family used to rent in a there is shuffleboard in the screened-in porch, and Cindy and
mosquito-plagued corner of Minnesota. Up here, residents Kaia have a puzzle going. Rande is in charge of the playlist; a
are called cottagers. “I like to think that we’re especially hard- near-constant mix of classic rock, from Crosby, Stills, Nash
core,” says Cindy, “because we’re island cottagers. There’s no & Young to Pearl Jam, pipes out of invisible speakers. (Kaia:
getting into the car and going to the movies when it rains.” “I’ve been listening to those songs my entire life.”)
The seven-acre plot, when the Gerbers bought it, con- The community’s prevailing social ritual is the “dock-
tained a dilapidated fishing cabin with linoleum floors. tail” party, as lakeside soirees are called. “There’s a golf
“The Old Guard doesn’t touch their houses,” Rande says. club that we’re not members of,” Cindy says, “and if there
The Gerbers studied the local are Old Guard ladies having
vernacular of shingled, two- tea somewhere, I haven’t been
story boathouses and rustic invited.” The uniform is in-
hunting lodges and settled on variably casual: swimsuits and
a discreet log cabin with dark cover-ups. Sometimes the kids
timber interiors. Alfredo Pare- chuckle when Cindy comes out
des, a Ralph Lauren executive of the house in nothing but her
and good friend, helped with bikini, Muk Luks, and garden-
the decorating. “Every house ing gloves to pull thistles from
here is a Ralph Lauren ad al- the badminton lawn—a Bruce
ready,” Cindy remarks. Weber shoot come to life.
The couple, who have now Last summer, Cindy spent
designed seven houses togeth- much of her time here writ-
er, from the Upper East Side to ing a book, which debuts
Cabo San Lucas, think about this month. Called Becoming
their living spaces differently. (Rizzoli), it marries 150 of her
“Rande pictures every place modeling images with some 50
filled with people socializing,” short essays on topics such as
Cindy explains, “and I’m al- posing nude, grappling with
ways saying, ‘But what about the arrival of digital photog-
when no one is here? Then raphy, and aging. “I’m turning
where are we sitting?’ ” Here 50 next year,” she says, “and
they agreed on a warmly ap- at this point I feel I’ve learned
pointed chalet with brass lan- a few lessons worth sharing.”
terns, miniature canoes, and In one fascinating essay, she
dream catchers made by the discusses the feeling of fraud-
local Ojibwa tribe. The seat of ulence that often dogged her
an old leather club chair is up- LIKE MOTHER, LIKE DAUGHTER early on. “There’s that ‘Emper-
holstered in a Pendleton blan- Crawford, wearing a Rag & Bone/Jean T-shirt, or’s New Clothes’ thing,” she
ket, and a credenza from a bar with Kaia, in a Whit dress. explains. “I remember finding
Rande once owned in Aspen myself sitting next to Valentino
stands beside a lounger from a former house of Cindy’s in at dinner, or spilling a glass of wine on Julian Schnabel’s
DeKalb, Illinois, the town where she grew up. Tacked onto white suit in Paris, and I’d think, When are they going to
a bulletin board is a thank-you note from friends across the figure out that I’m just Cindy from DeKalb?”
lake inscribed on a curling piece of birch bark—the custom- And she explores the subject of her own iconicity with a
ary local stationery. sometimes poignant candor. “There are days—not up here,
Months before their annual trip, really as soon as spring thankfully—when I feel I need to deliver that Cindy Crawford
break begins to wind down, the family starts thinking about thing,” she says. “But I’ve gained so much confidence with
the wild blueberries, the doughnuts, a nutty cheese called age. That’s something I never felt early on, even if my gen-
Niagara Gold, and the poutine at a greasy spoon near the eration of models was paid to radiate it—the shoulder pads,
marina. Presley, sixteen, and Kaia, thirteen, fling themselves glamazon, hair out to there, boobs up to here. It would have
into the water the second the seaplane skids onto the surface been nice to have all that confidence in my 20-year-old body.”
of the lake. It’s the only time of year, Rande says, when the If the passage of time is on her mind, at the lake, at least, it
kids don’t turn on the television or pick up their phones. slows to a standstill. Cindy never puts her watch on, and there
Cindy makes her famous banana bread before the kids are no clocks anywhere in the house—something that Rande
are up. Water sports from the expansive east-facing dock learned to insist upon when he was a nightlife impresario.
dominate the daylight hours: Presley likes to cruise the lake “The point here is to slow everything down,” Cindy says.
in his Whaler (though he just learned to drive a car, he has “Life moves quickly, but it will wait.”
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LEAP OF FAITH
Presley and Kaia cliff
diving—a favorite
lake activity. In this
story: hair, Harry Josh
for harryjosh.com;
makeup, Hung Vanngo
for ck one color
cosmetics. Details,
see In This Issue.
EMPIRE
T H E S TA R S O F T V ’S
HOTTEST HIP- HOP
D R A M A , I T S C R E AT O R
L E E DA N I E L S, A N D
THE MUSICIAN THE
WEEKND STEP OUT IN
S E N S AT I ON A L S T Y L E .
B Y J O N AT H A N VA N M E T E R .
PHOTOGRAPHED
BY MAR I O TE S TI N O.
FAMILY MATTERS
Daniels with the Lyon clan,
CLOCKWISE FROM TOP LEFT: Camilla
Marks (Naomi Campbell), Lucious
(Terrence Howard), his ex-wife,
LOS A NG E LES; S EA N KEL LY, NEW YO RK.
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BACK STORY
Lee Daniels
drew from his
Philadelphia past
to ground the
show. On Dunn:
Calvin Klein
Collection dress.
LEADER OF THE PACK
Howard’s Lucious will stop
at nothing to protect his
billion-dollar hip-hop label.
On Dunn: Ralph Lauren
Collection dress. Rag &
Bone T-shirt. J. Mendel fox
boa. On Howard: Paul Stuart
overcoat. Tom Ford shirt.
Ralph Lauren trousers.
Christian Louboutin shoes.
Details, see In This Issue.
she eventually saw past the incendiary material and sensed
an opportunity. “Once I dealt with the fear, I sat down and
really thought about what this show could possibly do to
prime-time network television if it was done right. I just took
Cookie in and said, ‘It is very important that this woman be
played precisely. You must show the why. Because if you miss
that, she’s just a stereotype.’ ”
What keeps Empire from devolving into a cartoon, though,
is the impeccable Bonnie and Clyde chemistry between How-
ard and Henson. The two met ten years ago while filming
Hustle & Flow, the film about a Memphis pimp with aspi-
rations to become a rapper that earned Howard an Oscar
nomination. (Henson would have to wait another three years
to get recognized by the academy, when she was nominated
for Best Supporting Actress for her performance as Queenie
in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.) “I’ve always wanted
to give Taraji credit for my nomination,” says Howard. “She
made it possible for me not to have to overemphasize the fact
that I was a pimp. All I had to do was come into the room.
She did half the work for me.”
Henson told the producers it was Howard or nothing: “We
have a connection. He reminds me so much of my father. I
just felt we needed that. A lot of the stuff we do is just in how
T
we look at each other, and that can’t be written.”
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SIGHT
MAINTENANCE
A new wave of
imperceptible
cosmetic procedures
is making eye surgery
increasingly appealing.
Model Caroline
Trentini in a mask by
Undercover and a
headpiece designed
by Julien d’Ys. Hair,
Julien d’Ys for Julien
d’Ys; Makeup, Linda
Cantello for Giorgio
Armani Beauty.
Fashion Editor:
Phyllis Posnick.
Lady in
Waitıng
With a spate of new
films, Elizabeth Debicki
reveals what’s found in
translation. Photographed
by Scott Trindle.
E
lizabeth Debicki is al-
ways adapting. Seeming-
ly immune to jet lag, the
Paris-born Australian
actress ostensibly lives
in Sydney but is just as
often in L.A. or London—or on lo-
cation somewhere like Naples, where
she’s recently learned how to procure
the finest sfogliatella (“It’s like a heart
attack for breakfast,” she says).
“The moment you stop smiling to
yourself about having landed in Man-
hattan,” Debicki, 25, says over coffee
on Crosby Street, “you should prob-
ably choose a different profession. I
don’t even want a vacation.” She’s
equally versatile when it comes to her
look, having lately chopped her flaxen
mane into a bob that better frames her
patrician features—which today are
further complemented by python-y
green sunglasses from Bulgari.
Debicki’s work, too, seems to be a
series of adaptations: from her break-
out role as a raven-haired Jordan
Baker in Baz Luhrmann’s envisioning
of The Great Gatsby to a turn in Guy
Ritchie’s new update of The Man from
U.N.C.L.E. to Justin Kurzel’s grisly
version of Macbeth, which premiered
at Cannes earlier this year. Even now,
as Debicki prepares the AMC mini-
series The Night Manager, she carries
the John le Carré novel upon which
it is based everywhere she goes. (“It’s
my bible,” she says.) Also in her Prada
bag is Miriam Toews’s novel All My
P RO DUC E D BY T HE P RO DUCT I ON CLUB
Instant
Classic
Nothing signifies
the approach of fall
quite like time-
honored tweed.
As Kendall Jenner
shows us, though,
the textile has
been updated via
rainbows of color and
pinpoints of
sparkle—and all with
an air of easygoing,
early-autumnal fun.
Photographed by
Inez and Vinoodh.
THRILL OF THE HUNT
Tweed made its name as outdoor gear for the ruling classes, but you
won’t be seeing this at a quail shoot. Rather, sport it at Shotgun, the
new gourmet Southern restaurant opening off London’s Carnaby
Street this month. Michael Kors Collection feather-embroidered dress,
hat, and bag; select Michael Kors stores. Details, see In This Issue.
Fashion Editor: Tonne Goodman.
INSIDE THE LINES
Despite its angular and
gridded pattern, tweed
can be sculpted into sharp
forms as seen on this pencil
skirt—which is guaranteed
to speak sartorial volumes
at the opening of MoMA’s
new “Picasso Sculpture”
exhibition. CH Carolina
Herrera wool coat ($1,280),
silk blouse ($495), and
high-waisted skirt ($695);
CH Carolina Herrera,
Beverly Hills. Rochas belt.
Maison Margiela shoes.
CHECK ME OUT
These trousers are
perfectly fit for cozying up
at a matinee of the rousing
adventure drama Everest,
starring Jake Gyllenhaal
and Keira Knightley. Hilfiger
Collection polo shirt
($260) and wool pants
($560); Tommy Hilfiger,
NYC. Jutta Neumann
belt. Derek Lam heels.
Details, see In This Issue.
BEAUTY NOTE
A well-framed brow adds
strength to soft features.
Estée Lauder’s Double
Wear Stay-in-Place Brow
Lift Duo slim-line pencil
defines and highlights.
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TRUE COLORS
A two-tone black-and-white
scheme gives a traditional
tweed car coat a zippy
spin, while cardinal-red and
canary-yellow accents up
the palette punch. Take the
combo for a browse around
the massive new Mark
Rothko retrospective at
the Museum of Fine Arts
in Houston (and don’t
leave town without a side
trip to the masterly Rothko
Chapel). Giambattista Valli
coat, $3,780; Saks Fifth
Avenue, San Francisco.
Prada shirt, $560; select
Prada boutiques. J.Crew
wool skirt, $138; jcrew
.com. Balenciaga bag.
Louis Vuitton ring.
LET ’ER RIP
This sexy, shredded
rethink of the schoolgirl
skirt is definitely against
the dress code—and
makes for a lightweight
and playful option for
celebrating to the tunes
of Ed Sheeran and others
at the Global Citizen
Festival in New York’s
Central Park, which
aims to lessen poverty
worldwide. Dior poplin
shirt ($1,200), fringed
skirt ($1,150), necklace,
and stretch patent-leather
boots; Dior boutiques. 801
Details, see In This Issue.
MAD FOR PLAID
Warm and fuzzy is
very buzzy—and oddly
appropriate for the
Broadway premiere of
Sam Shepard’s Fool for
Love, which stars Nina
Arianda and Sam Rockwell
as fate-crossed lovers
on the cold, hard edge of
the Mojave Desert. Marc
Jacobs wool-and-alpaca
coat with mohair sleeves
($2,800), pleated skirt
($1,400), bag, gloves,
belt, and lace-up pumps;
Marc Jacobs stores.
COVER STORY
Last century, Chanel
brought plaid from the
moors to Le Cirque. Now
the house is bringing it
straight downtown with a
sequined anorak—a chic
disguise for sneaking out
to the movies to see Emily
Blunt play an FBI agent
in the new border-crime
thriller Sicario. Chanel
sequined-wool coat,
mohair sweater ($2,300),
skirt ($1,500), wool bag,
and fingerless gloves;
select Chanel boutiques.
Details, see In This Issue.
BACKHAND
COMPLEMENT
It’s a good day when a
designer can successfully
sportify a traditional
tweed suit—and an even
better one when you
wear said suit to take
in tennis’s U.S. Open,
which unfolds in New
York early this month.
Erdem frayed-edge
jacket ($2,830) and
lace-trim skirt ($2,495);
net-a-porter.com. Dior
bag. Derek Lam boots.
MATERIALS GIRL
The shape of this girlish
kilt isn’t exactly radical,
but its pairing with a
cheetah blouse skews
it in an eye-catching
direction. We couldn’t
imagine a better bet for
dancing to Madonna
as she performs in
New York—at Madison
Square Garden and at
the Barclays Center—
this month. Miu Miu
ruffled blouse ($1,140),
skirt ($2,265), earrings,
bag, and slingbacks;
select Miu Miu boutiques.
Details, see In This Issue.
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ENCORE, ENCORE!
Traditional black-and-
white houndstooth had
its mod moments in
the go-go 1960s and
New Wave 1980s, but
burgundy and candy-
pink? This nonconformist
color quirk is absolutely
of-the-moment—and
tailor-made for taking
in the Roundabout
Theatre Company’s
revival of Pinter’s Old
Times, starring Clive
Owen in his Broadway
debut. Prada A-line
dress ($3,700), leather
gloves, and brooches;
select Prada boutiques.
TIME AFTER TIME
Dark, feathery fringes
create a stylish yin/yang
with boldly graphic
tweed below—a perfect
dose of then-and-now
anachronism for checking
out The Langford, the
new retro-snazzy hotel
in downtown Miami.
Balenciaga tank dress,
bolero jacket, and earrings;
Balenciaga, NYC. In
this story: hair, Garren
at Garren New York for
R+Co.; makeup, Yumi Lee.
Details, see In This Issue.
Index
EDITOR: SELBY DRUMMOND
Jeweled Pins 2
1. Chanel brooches
and dress; select
Chanel boutiques.
2. Erickson
Beamon pin ($328)
and fringed brooch
($553); Laura
Gambucci, La Jolla,
CA. Dsquared2
brooch, $395;
Dsquared2, NYC.
P ET E R KLEI N FO R FRA NK RE PS. P RO DUCED BY L A LA LA N D. B LA ZER : GO RM A N STU D I O. P I N : COURTESY OF MAR IE-H ÉLÈNE
Maje blazer, $625;
DE TA I LL AC. BRO OC H: J OH N MA N N O. S HOU ROUK BROO C HES: COU RT ESY O F S HOU ROUK. D ETAILS, SEE IN TH IS ISSUE.
FA N N I NG : HA I R, H OLL I S MI T H; MA KEUP, SA LLY BRA NK A . P H OTO GRA P HED AT T HE MA LI BU COUNTRY INN. SET D ESIGN,
Maje stores.
1 3. Marie-Hélène de
Taillac pin; Capitol,
Charlotte, NC.
4. Oscar de la
Renta brooch,
$595; select
Oscar de la Renta
boutiques.
5. Shourouk
brooches,
$249–$488; eshop
.shourouk.com.
Photographer:
4
Angelo Pennetta.
Fashion Editor:
Shine
Sara Moonves.
ON
From embellished sunglasses to micro-
studded slippers, the new accessories have
5 as much pop as end-of-summer fireworks.
Send off the season with sparkle!
808 VOGUE SEPTEMBER 2015
Index Decorated Shoes
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FA NN I N G: P HOTO G RA P HED AT T HE M A LI BU COU N TRY I N N. SA N DA L : COU RT ESY OF CH AR LOTTE OLYMPIA. GOLD SANDAL: COURTESY OF TORY BURCH . PUMP: COURTESY OF BR IAN AT WO O D. D E TAILS, S E E IN T HIS ISSU E .
2
1. Céline top, skirt,
earrings ($490),
and shoes; Céline,
NYC. Cartier watch.
Steamline Luggage
carry-on and
stowaway bags.
2. Charlotte
Olympia sandals,
$1,065; Charlotte
Olympia stores.
3. Tory Burch
sandals, $650;
Tory Burch stores.
4. Brian Atwood
pumps, $1,995;
brianatwood.com.
Elle’s Picks
Actress Elle Fanning,
seventeen, likes to adorn
herself in “anything playful
and girly”—from a go-to mini
box bag to her grandma’s
“otherworldly” diamond
choker. She’s also started
a “pin project”—dressing
a cropped eighties denim
jacket with a mix of
brooches and badges.
3
4
Index Embellished Bags
1 1. Maison Margiela
jacket, playsuit,
and beret; select
Maison Margiela
boutiques. Dries
Van Noten bag,
$985; Opening
Ceremony, NYC.
2. Dior bag; select
Dior boutiques.
3. BCBG Max Azria
clutch, $198; BCBG
Max Azria stores.
4. Fendi baguette;
3 fendi.com.
5. Tod’s bag;
Tod’s boutiques.
D I O R: COURT ESY O F D I O R. TO D’S: COU RT ESY O F TO D’S. A LL OT HE RS : J O HN M A NNO. D ETAILS, SEE IN TH IS ISSUE.
SL I D E: COU RT ESY O F NE T-A- P ORT ER. BO OT: COU RT ESY OF SA M ED E LM A N. A LL OT HERS: J OH N MANNO. D ETAILS, SEE IN TH IS ISSUE.
3
4
1. Etro vest ($1,204) and shirt ($797);
Etro, NYC. Tom Ford skirt; Tom Ford, NYC.
Rodarte sunglasses. Bottega Veneta
shoes, $1,980; (800) 845-6790. Louis
Vuitton suitcase. 2. Giuseppe Zanotti
Design slippers, $1,095; Giuseppe Zanotti
Design, NYC. 3. Jimmy Choo flats, $625;
select Jimmy Choo stores. 4. Rochas 5
slides, $1,175; net-a-porter.com. 5. Sam
Edelman boots, $140; samedelman.com.
Index Topping It Off 2
BE A N I E: COU RTESY OF JE NN I FE R B EHR. SU N G LASSES: COU RT ESY O F SU N GL ASS H UT. SCAR F: J OH N MANNO.
1. Chloé blazer;
Chloé, Las Vegas.
.com. 747: Coat, price upon request. 748: Skirt, brooches (in hair); $553 each; Laura Gambucci,
$5,590. Boots, $2,595; Calvin Klein Collection, La Jolla, CA. On Daniels: Tom Ford tuxedo STEAL OF THE MONTH
NYC. 749: Coat ($13,686) and dress ($61,612). ($5,330), shirt ($560), and bowtie ($250); Tom 794–795: Manicure, Sophy Robson. Albertus
750–751: Coat, price upon request. Bag, $2,995; Ford, NYC. On Howard: Ermenegildo Zegna Swanepoel hat, $400; sanctuaryofstyle.com.
Barneys New York, NYC. Gloves, $1,050; jacket ($2,895), trousers ($725), and tie ($205);
gaspargloves.com. Boots, $2,145; rochas.com. Ermenegildo Zegna stores. Tom Ford shirt, $720: WHAT TO WEAR WHERE
752: Brooches, $460 each; miriamhaskell.com. Tom Ford, NYC. Rolex watch, $46,150; rolex In this story: manicure, Gina Viviano for Chanel
AS I S A LWAYS T HE CAS E I N PURCHASI N G A N I T EM FRO M A NYW H ER E OT HE R T HA N TH E AUTH OR IZ ED STOR E, TH E BUYER TAKES A R ISK AND SH OULD USE CAUTION WH EN D OING SO.
753: Peacoat, $12,550. 754: Coat ($5,290) and .com. On Byers: Calvin Klein Collection tuxedo Le Vernis. 796–797: Dress ($8,500), hat (price
skirt ($6,990). Marni turtleneck, $470; Barneys ($1,725) and shirt ($350); Calvin Klein Collec- upon request), and bag ($1,650). 798: Belt, $925;
New York stores. Shoes, $740; Marc Jacobs tion, NYC. Calvin Klein White Label tie, $65; rochas.com. Shoes, $1,895; Maison Margiela bou-
stores. 755: Coat ($49,985) and dress ($6,500). calvinklein.com. On The Weeknd: Dolce & Gab- tiques. 799: Jutta Neumann belt, $210; jn-ny.com.
bana suit, $2,695; select Dolce & Gabbana bou- Heels, price upon request; Derek Lam, NYC. 800:
B STRONG tiques. Burberry London shirt, $295; burberry Bag, $3,750; Neiman Marcus, Dallas. Ring, $705;
In this story: manicure, Lisa Logan. 760: Dress, .com. J.Crew tie, $70; jcrew.com. Chrome Hearts select Louis Vuitton boutiques. 801: Necklace,
$3,995; Stella McCartney, NYC. 761: Dress; ring, $695; Chrome Hearts, NYC. On Smol- $1,950, and boots, $1,960. 802: Bag ($5,000) and
atelier@versace.it for information. lett: Calvin Klein Collection suit ($1,550), shirt pumps ($740). 803: Coat ($25,750), bag (price
($395), and shoes ($515); Calvin Klein Collec- upon request), and gloves ($700). 804: Bag,
ALL IN THE TIMING tion, NYC. On Gray: Versus Versace jacket, $3,850; select Dior boutiques. Boots, price upon
770: Jacket ($995), shirt ($350), and trousers $925, Versace, NYC. Giuseppe Zanotti Design request; Derek Lam, NYC. 805: Earrings ($360),
($395); burberry.com. J.J. Hat Center cap, $75; pants ($2,350) and sneakers ($1,075); Giuseppe bag ($3,335), and shoes ($950). 806: Brooches
J.J. Hat Center, NYC. Paul Smith tie, $170; Paul Zanotti Design boutiques. Calvin Klein Under- ($360–$505) and gloves ($675). 807: Dress
Smith, NYC. Alexander Olch suspenders, $150; wear tank top, $40 for pack of three; calvinklein ($7,850), jacket ($6,650), and earrings ($885).
nordstrom.com. .com. Jacob & Co. necklace; Jacob & Co.,
NYC. Rolex by Beladora, $9,950; beladora Index: Manicure, Tom Bachik for L’Oréal
LAKE EFFECT .com. Artwork: Matthew Kutzin Custom Paris. 808: 1. Brooches ($350 –$1,950) and
In this story: manicure, Yuko Aoki. 774–775: Framing Service, Van Nuys, CA. D’Andrea dress ($4,600). American Apparel beret, $24;
On Presley: Swim trunks, $240; orlebarbrown Visual Communications, Cypress, CA. 785: On americanapparel.com. 3. Pin, $4,245. 813: Top
.com. On Crawford: Swimsuit, $490; Eres bou- Dunn: Dress, price upon request; Calvin Klein ($2,350), skirt ($8,100), and shoes ($3,200).
tiques. On Kaia: Swimsuit, $158; net-a-porter Collection, NYC. 786–787: On Dunn: Dress, Cartier watch, $8,750; Cartier boutiques.
.com. 776–777: On Kaia: Saint James top, $90; $9,990; select Ralph Lauren stores. T-shirt, Carry-On ($360) and Stowaway ($390) bags;
Saint James, NYC. On Rande: Orlebar Brown $85; rag-bone.com. Boa, price upon request; J. steamlineluggage.com. 816: 1. Jacket ($2,465),
swim trunks, $240; orlebarbrown.com. On Kaia: Mendel, NYC. Marc Jacobs shoes, $770; Marc playsuit ($3,095), and beret ($2,465). 2. Bag,
J.Crew swimsuit, $98; jcrew.com. On Crawford: Jacobs stores. On Howard: Overcoat, $3,984; $4,300. 4. Baguette, $2,450. 5. Bag, $2,600. 818:
Gap shirt, $60, gap.com. Tory Burch swimsuit, Paul Stuart, Chicago. Ralph Lauren trousers, 1. Dress, $2,420. 5. Necklace, $4,100. 824: 1.
$225; Tory Burch stores. 779: On Crawford: $795; similar styles at select Ralph Lauren Skirt, $4,290. Sunglasses, price upon request;
Rails shirt, $138; railsclothing.com. Citizens stores. Beladora cuff links, $1,550; beladora rodarte.net. Suitcase, price upon request; select
of Humanity shorts, $188; citizensofhumanity .com. Christian Louboutin shoes, $945; Louis Vuitton boutiques. 826: 1. Blazer, $3,495.
.com. 78 0: On Crawford: T-shirt, $125; christianlouboutin.com. 788–789: On Dunn: 3. Sunglasses, $2,800. Last look: 832: Bag, price
rag-bone.com. On Kaia: Dress, $368; Concrete Dress, $9,995; Michael Kors stores. Harry Win- upon request; select Louis Vuitton boutiques.
+ Water, Brooklyn. Stetson hat, $150; stetson ston diamond bracelets ($19,800–$405,000);
.com. Jutta Neumann belt, $200; jn-ny.com. Harry Winston boutiques. On The Weeknd: ALL PRICES APPROXIMATE
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