Innholdsfortegnelse for May 2019 i Vanity Fair

EVENT Genesis Celebrates Campaign Hollywood A few short months ago, Genesis once again partnered with Vanity Fair to celebrate Campaign Hollywood. The brand new Genesis G70 was prominently featured throughout the week at an exclusive cocktail party celebrating the biopic, “Bohemian Rhapsody,” as well as at the iconic Vanity Fair Oscar Party. Celebrities and VIPs were also shuttled in Genesis G90 Special Edition vehicles throughout the week. FOR THE LATEST NEWS, HAPPENINGS, PHOTOS, AND VIDEOS, FOLLOW @VFAGENDA…

EVENT Richard Mille and the Palais de Tokyo Swiss watch manufacturer Richard Mille extended its support of fine art by forming a partnership with the prestigious Palais de Tokyo. A space unlike any other in Paris, the 17-year-old Palais de Tokyo is not a museum, as it has no collections; rather, it is a center for contemporary art, a vibrant, experimental platform dedicated to creation in the here and now, with a mission to change the rules. In the same vein, Richard Mille was founded in 2001 on a desire to break the existing codes of high-end watchmaking, to overcome prevailing assumptions and forge a new aesthetic. This season’s Sensible exhibition kicks off the partnership. www.richardmille.com SHOP Celebrate Mom This Mother’s Day Your mom is one-of-a-kind. A true original. And…

Nicole Avant has been an actress, music executive, and U.S. ambassador, and half of a Hollywood power couple, so she’s a woman in constant motion. But she rarely misses a Friday lunch with her father, Clarence, the polymathic music mogul and trusted mentor to entertainers, athletes, and politicians for more than 50 years. Only taking a hiatus from their weekly routine when she served as President Barack Obama’s envoy to the Bahamas, from 2009 to 2011, Nicole absorbed her father’s stories of escaping the Jim Crow South to become the consigliere for such legends as Bill Withers, Hank Aaron, and Muhammad Ali, eventually becoming the chairman of Motown Records and one of the first black entertainment executives to plunge into politics. Clarence’s tales inspired Nicole to produce The Black Godfather,…

In the new Netflix movie Always Be My Maybe, which comedian Ali Wong co-wrote and stars in, a pregnant character side-eyes the pristine post-delivery photo op Kate Middleton gave the world in 2013. Hours after giving birth to Prince George, the future queen consort had posed with perfect makeup and a professional blowout, in a cornflower-blue dress and wedge heels, looking like she had, at most, indulged in a heavy lunch. “And I am so mad at Kate Middleton…. She had that royal diaper on, you know she had that diaper on,” the character says, referring to the same unsightly, previously unspoken-of accessory Wong gets real about in her 2018 Netflix stand-up special, Hard Knock Wife, which she taped while seven months pregnant with her second child. “Nobody told me…

What is your idea of perfect happiness? Christmas morning with Bill and our three kids. Yes, we still wear matching pajamas. Which historical figure do you most identify with? My first career was in tech (in 1987, I joined a smallish software company called Microsoft), and I’ve always felt a special connection across time and space to the mathematician Ada Lovelace. She’s credited with being the world’s first computer programmer—pretty extraordinary for a woman who lived in the 1800s. Which living person do you most admire? Archbishop Desmond Tutu. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? Perfectionism. I’m even hard on myself about how hard I can be on myself. What trait do you most deplore in others? Failures of empathy. What is your favorite journey? Seattle to…

The two mothers prominently featured in this issue, Nicole Kidman and Ali Wong, have got me thinking about my own mother. May is the month for it, after all. The oldest of five children, my mother grew up in Mumbai speaking three languages—English, Hindi, and Konkani—but wanted more than anything to study French, so she wrangled herself a scholarship to the University of Fribourg when she was 21. Until she went to Switzerland, she had never worn a coat. From there, she moved to Geneva and then to Paris (without telling her parents, a bit of chutzpah that never ceases to impress me), where she met my Boston-born father and eloped. She hadn’t intended to take up residence in the U.S. and raise three American kids, and she held on…

466 Girls born in the U.S. in 2017 named Khaleesi 2,339 On-screen deaths in seven seasons 2 Characters who died of natural causes 47 Emmy wins (out of 128 nominations) 180 million Euros injected into Northern Ireland’s economy since production began there in 2010 2.2 million Viewers of the first episode in 2011 27,000 Price, in dollars, spent on a life-size Tyrion Lannister cake from a Dubai bakery 17.4 million Viewers of the first episode of Season Eight 3 Weight, in pounds, of the fake, gummy horse heart Emilia Clarke ate in Season One…

There was one appropriate reaction to the news that Jennifer Lawrence was engaged to a person named Cooke Maroney, and it was “Who?” Here was J.Law, an Oscar-winning actress who previously dated a string of bold-faced names: Coldplay front man Chris Martin, actor Nicholas Hoult, and director Darren Aronofsky. Yet her publicist was confirming to the press that, yes, after less than a year of dating, her client was betrothed to a guy who was reared on an organic dairy farm featuring a three-bedroom cottage that you can now rent on Airbnb for $150 a night. Celebrity-watchers, rattled to our core, questioned the foundation of the cosmic order. A headline on the Web site Jezebel encapsulated our collective confusion: “Congratulations to Cooke (????) Maroney (?? ??).” Grasping for any shred…

Barbara Hammer was ebullient even as she was dying. After five decades as a cult figure in the art world and a fearless icon in the L.G.B.T.Q. community, the experimental filmmaker spent her final years demonstrating that the art of death and the art of life are one and the same. “The camera becomes part of my body when I am letting it express how my movement feels, how my sight lines change direction, how passionate I am about texture and the body,” Hammer told me a few months before her death, in March. She only recently entered the global consciousness: In her last years, she put on a retrospective at the Leslie-Lohman Museum of Gay and Lesbian Art, in New York City. At the Whitney she performed a spoken…

In 1991, to promote her second perfume, White Diamonds, the then 59-year-old actress Elizabeth Taylor appeared in a black-and-white television commercial, dripping in jewels. As a group of high-rolling men plays a tense game of poker, Taylor drops one of her heavy diamond earrings into the kitty. “These have always brought me luck,” she purrs. The message was clear: White Diamonds was the scent of mystery, of opulence, of owning so many baubles that you could simply give them away. Parfums International, Taylor’s fragrance partner, celebrated the launch with department-store screenings and tiny bags of popcorn. White Diamonds was not the first celebrity scent—in 1914, the silent-film star Alla Nazimova fronted Caswell & Massey’s Marem; Audrey Hepburn teamed with Givenchy on the 1957 L’Interdit; Sophia Loren released her eponymous perfume…

February 22, 2008. The 23rd floor of a nondescript office tower on the outskirts of San Francisco’s Financial District. The usual glass, steel, and concrete sliced and diced into overly air-conditioned, brightly lit cubes. Eggshell-colored walls and industrial-beige carpets. Fluorescent strips bisecting tic-tac-toetiled drop ceilings. Bug-eyed watercoolers, chrome-edged conference tables, faux-leather adjustable chairs. It was a little past three on a Friday afternoon, and Tyler Winklevoss stood by a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking a pincushion of similar office buildings piercing the midday fog. He was trying his best to sip filtered water from a tissue-thin disposable cup without spilling too much onto his tie. After so many days, months, hell, years, the tie was hardly necessary. The longer this ordeal dragged on, the more likely it was that sooner or later…

MEET Bari Weiss, “alt-righter,” “fascist,” “the Jewish, female version of Kanye West.” She doesn’t like immigrants. She’s a traitor to her gender, and she should be “sterilized.” In short, “Bari Weiss can fuck off.” That’s the word, anyway, about the 35-year-old star opinion writer for The New York Times, from a very loud and increasingly influential corner of social media. Her newfound fame has transcended her platform. She’s become a somewhat unwitting avatar for the kneejerk flash-bang of social media, a poster child for the polarization of the chattering classes. Therefore it’s disorienting to meet Weiss and discover that she’s neither an aspiring sex symbol/bomb thrower, à la Ann Coulter, nor a defensive Ivy League know-it-all. When she walks into Cafe Luxembourg on the Upper West Side, blocks from her…

She was out there in the bushes, prowling in the darkness. He was sure of it. After all that had happened in those awful two years—the 13 mutilated bodies, the riots, the court fights, the fruitless hunts—it had come down to this: a carload of five hunters and a man-eating tigress, alone on a lonely country road deep in central India. The lead hunter, Asghar Ali Khan, had never killed such an animal. An openfaced 39-year-old, he was in charge this evening only because his father, the legendary hunter known to most in India by his colonial-era title, “the Nawab,” had been called away on a business trip. Asghar did not have his father’s aristocratic swagger, nor his years of experience tracking and killing rogue elephants, man-eating leopards, and wild…