Innholdsfortegnelse for February 2018 i Vanity Fair

EXPERIENCE 24th Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards on TNT & TBS Every winter, more than 121,000 members of the actors' union vote to decide the year's outstanding film and TV performances. Find out their choices right when they do, during the 24th Annual SAG Awards on Sunday, January 21, and share their surprise when a secret few of their peers disclose their personal take on the show's signature, "I Am an Actor." The fast·paced live ceremony hosted by Kristen Bell at 8 P.M. ET on TNT/TBS is the sole entertainment· industry honors at which only actors take center stage. Tune in for the Awards, and stay for the warm elegance, the camaraderie, and the unexpected things-be they provocative, humorous, or heartfelt-that pop out of actors' mouths when they accept the…

Remo Ruffini has been at the helm of Moncler since 2003 and is responsible for relaunching the brand into global popularity. With the label’s hallmark mountain-wear puffer jacket at its core, it’s apt that the chairman and C.E.O.—a keen sportsman— spends winters in his self-proclaimed second home, the Swiss Alpine resort of Saint-Moritz. TYPICAL DAY:“Skiing, hiking, biking.” FAVORITE HOTELS: Badrutt’s Palace Hotel (4), in Saint-Moritz, and Chesa Salis Historic Hotel, in Bever, Engadin. FAVORITE RESTAURANTS: On the slopes: El Paradiso (1), for the best cheese fondue. In Saint-Moritz: Chasellas restaurant and Chesa Veglia, for the best truffle pizza. FAVORITE LOCAL FOOD: Raclette; mushrooms. WHAT TO DRINK: A glass of red wine at Renaissance Bar at Badrutt’s Palace Hotel. WHERE TO DANCE: Dracula Club. FAVORITE MUSEUM: Segantini Museum. FAVORITE STORES: Moncler…

“HARVEY WOULD ALWAYS LOOK TO GET MORE THAN HE WAS ENTITLED TO,” SAID KENNETH COLE. Leonard Bernstein once observed that the definition of hell is an out-of-town tryout for a troubled musical bound for Broadway. He might add that an even deeper circle of hell is an out-of-town tryout for a troubled musical bound for Broadway—and produced by Harvey Weinstein. While Weinstein is best known as a movie mogul (and for his unconscionable behavior), he also has an extensive record of bringing shows to Broadway, including such hits as The Producers and Billy Elliot as well as plenty of flops, such as Big Fish and Sweet Smell of Success. Most of his successful Broadway projects have been revivals—Gypsy, West Side Story, Wonderful Town, A Little Night Music—prompting a person who…

About once a month, on a Friday or Saturday night, the Silicon Valley Technorati gather for a drug-heavy, sex-heavy party. Sometimes the venue is an epic mansion in San Francisco’s Pacific Heights; sometimes it’s a lavish home in the foothills of Atherton or Hillsborough. On special occasions, the guests will travel north to someone’s château in Napa Valley or to a private beachfront property in Malibu or to a boat off the coast of Ibiza, and the bacchanal will last an entire weekend. The places change, but many of the players and the purpose remain the same. The stories I’ve been told by nearly two dozen people who have attended these events or have intimate knowledge of them are remarkable in a number of ways. Many participants don’t seem the…

In his manifesto “The Gospel of Wealth,” published at the peak of the Gilded Age, Andrew Carnegie outlined what he saw as the responsibilities of people who had made great fortunes. They should live modestly, he declared, and they should recycle wealth back into their communities—and do so during their lifetimes. It’s a message that has never worn out from overuse. Carnegie, once the richest man in the world, lived by his own precepts, giving away the great bulk ($350 million—more like $80 billion in today’s dollars) of his fortune by the time of his death, in 1919. In 2001, the many organizations that grew out of Carnegie’s generosity created the Carnegie Medal of Philanthropy to honor those who exemplify the ideal of using personal wealth to serve “the good…

One of the more amusing sights at the 25th edition of the annual Bal des Débutantes, held in Paris on Thanksgiving weekend, was the Friday-afternoon lineup of the girls’ fathers, waiting to practice the box step with their daughters for what would be the opening waltz of the ball, the following night. There, in a row, were the American comedian and TV host Steve Harvey; the Ukrainian-born, British-American billionaire Len Blavatnik; the French perfume magnate Frédéric Malle; an Italian prince; a Spanish grandee; and a Luxembourgian royal. Call it diversity and inclusiveness global-elite-style. Or as Le Bal’s founder and C.E.O., Ophélie Renouard, sees it, the democratization of the rigidly exclusive and largely anachronistic presentations of highborn 18-year-old girls at European royal courts and American coming-out parties. (No, not out of…

What kind of nutter would stage a revival of My Fair Lady, the Lerner and Loewe classic that made a Broadway star of Julie Andrews as the Cockney flower girl Eliza Doolittle, a peerless performance matched in charm if not in voice by Audrey Hepburn in the gloriously glossy film? And who would be daft enough to muck with the memory of Rex Harrison, whose portrayal of the arrogant Professor Henry Higgins won him both a Tony and an Oscar; if Sir Rex didn’t exactly teach the world to sing, he did teach it to talk on pitch. Director Bartlett Sher—who was also brilliantly insane enough in recent years to blow the dust off South Pacific and The King and I—is the daft nutter behind this latest revival. My Fair…

I. Chain Reaction Just after nine a.m. on September 24, 2015, during the annual Muslim pilgrimage known as the hajj, an accident occurred near the holy city of Mecca, in Saudi Arabia, that stands as the deadliest in the long history of hajj disasters. The numbers are disputed, but by reasonable estimate more than 2,400 pedestrians were trampled and crushed to death in a period of about 10 minutes. The event was widely reported as a stampede, a term that evokes visions of panicked herds and zealots, but the opposite was actually the case. There was indeed a giant herd, but the zealots within it could not escape, let alone run, and the panic that broke out was the result and not the cause of the carnage. The hajj consists…

Lest you forget that Zadie Smith’s output encompasses several masterful careers, please allow Feel Free (Penguin Press), her new collection of essays, to remind you. Divided into five sections that range from the political to the personal, Feel Free was written largely during the Obama years, meaning these essays are delightfully uneclipsed by the orange storm cloud that currently looms over America. Instead, Smith is free to focus her incisive and often wry lens on painting, novels, dance, history, technology, Mark Zuckerberg, Jay-Z, race, love, and the nature of joy itself. But make no mistake—these pieces are as relevant as can be. They are reminders of how much else there is to ponder in this world, how much else is worth our time, and how lucky we are to have…

Emily Blunt has sparred with Meryl Streep (twice), out-action-starred Tom Cruise, and ruled the British Empire on-screen. But on this blustery Brooklyn afternoon in November, the 34-year-old English-born actress—surprisingly delicate in person, given the strength she projects on film—is perched on a window seat in a Cobble Hill café, laughing about her first professional heartbreak. Blunt was 18 and playing Judi Dench’s granddaughter in the 2001 West End production of The Royal Family. If this scenario sounds ludicrously heaven-sent, know that Blunt is the first to admit it. She never intended to act professionally (the hobby was an antidote to a childhood stutter), but there she was. Blunt, who was still living with her parents in London, had no formal training. And Dench—fresh off her Shakespeare in Love Oscar win—had…

‘I’ve had this giant monster strapped to me for 20 years,” says Rose McGowan, her voice gripped with defiance. “So many women have been strapped around him. He ate so many of our souls that he couldn’t tell which way was which. He’s always been gunning for me. But that’s O.K.— I’ve been gunning for him, too.” The open bathrobes, the locked doors, the pinning against walls and bending over desks, the grabbing, groping, and forced masturbation-witnessing—the drumbeat of sexual-assault claims has become as familiar as President Trump’s tweets, giving rise to a disturbing question: Is our sense of shock becoming dulled? Amid the white noise, McGowan, who, with her accusations against movie producer Harvey Weinstein, started it all, has emerged as the movement’s white-hot voice of rage, determined to…

Sheets of monsoon rains, pushed by southeasterlies running to 25 knots, forced Oskar Speck and his 18-foot folding kayak off the open water into the protection of the mangrove forests of New Guinea. It was the second piece of bad news for Speck on this day in September 1939. Earlier, in the primitive village of Daru, where the natives dried crocodile hides to eke out a living, a fisherman had given him a report from the far side of the world: war had been declared in Europe. Steering alone into the sheltered waters of the coastal swamps, Speck had kayaked 30,000 miles on a trip that began seven and a half years earlier on the Danube River in Germany. It was the longest kayak trip in history. When Oskar Speck…

In 1947, the photographer Irving Penn made a black-and-white portrait of a young American musician. He is seated on drab carpeting draped over a chaise-like shape, vaguely old-world. The carpet’s mossy folds throw luxuriant shadows, and the musician upon them wears white tie and tails, a black overcoat caping his shoulders. He is relaxed, his left elbow propped on his left leg, which is hitched up on the seat, and his left cheekbone resting in his left hand as he gazes into the camera. His only visible ear, the right, is large—and as centrally positioned in the portrait as middle C. Is this a fin de siècle poet dressed for the theater? Is that a cigarette butt lying on the floor? Leonard Bernstein never looked more beautiful. The following year,…