Innholdsfortegnelse for October 2025 i Vanity Fair

YOU’VE PROBABLY NOTICED the term “bro” being thrown around a lot more lately, whether it’s “hey, bro,” the interchangeable “bruh,” or “bromance.” The endless discussion around the power of the manosphere has firmly placed the term back in the lexicon. It used to be seen as a slight, a descriptor for a particular kind of guy who liked sports, drank domestic canned beer, worked in finance, and may have dabbled in some misogynistic views. He graduated from an Ivy League school or scraped by at an ACC or SEC state school. That style of “low bro” is a bit of a relic. He has been dethroned by the “high bro.” Today’s sleek, updated version is more culturally aware, curious, well-read, and evolved. It’s okay for a high bro to care…

NEW YORK CHEF Flynn McGarry spent his summer preparing to launch a highly anticipated fine-dining restaurant called Cove, which opens this month on Houston Street in West SoHo. But for a big chunk of June and July, he did that prep from luscious rural fields on Long Island, shuttling between town and country and occasionally making construction decisions while multitasking. “On Friday, I was out here literally cutting lobsters open on FaceTime,” he said, “being like, ‘Put the tile there.’ ” It was a Saturday in July, and McGarry was walking through Isabella Rossellini’s 28-acre Mama Farm in Brookhaven, through the pens of chickens and cows and chirping birds. Since putting down roots there to grow herbs and vegetables for Cove, he’s gotten so tight with the dozens of goats…

JEREMY O. HARRIS seems to be everywhere, but he’s not at our agreed upon location at the agreed upon time. We’re supposed to meet at Dimes Deli in Manhattan at 4:30 p.m.; when he gets there around 5:15, he’s apologetic but easy and breezy in a white Bode button-up and jeans. Harris is undeniably striking: six feet five, long-limbed and lean, with a mane of black hair and an almost tangible magnetism. “I haven’t eaten all day. I’ve been running around since 8 a.m.,” Harris declares. Soon enough, we’re sharing togarashi potato wedges and splitting a bottle of orange wine. It’s one of Harris’s last meals before he heads up to the Williamstown Theatre Festival, a storied event that started in 1954, where he’ll serve as this year’s creative director.…

BEFORE I EVER met Judd Apatow, I was a fan—not a casual fan, the kind who checks out his films when they come out on demand (well, it was DVD back then). I was the kind of fan who went to the first midnight showing of Funny People on a Thursday, then went back the next night so I could really hear all the jokes. The kind of fan who bought box sets of Undeclared and Freaks and Geeks in order to study his structure and tone. I was the kind of fan who listened to podcasts and interviews to understand his trajectory, knew the names of his scene-stealing daughters like they were famous football players, and imagined living in a family like the one he and Leslie had created,…

IT WAS, IN THE WORDS OF THE MATERIAL GIRL, JUST LIKE A PRAYER. On January 16, 1993, a white limo idled outside Jessica Buttafuoco’s bayfront house in Massapequa, New York, waiting to whisk her to Saturday Night Live featuring her musical heroine, Madonna. Jessie was 9 going on 16, a budding jazz dancer who’d recently performed her version of the “Vogue” video before a tingling audience of girlfriends at Adventureland, the local amusement park. She had a doll face, a raspy voice, and the spunk of Marisa Tomei in My Cousin Vinny. And she was one of my best friends. Jessie had willed the night into existence. “My dad’s on that show all the time,” she reasoned. “He could probably hook up tickets.” Eight months earlier, while Jessie sat in…

BY THE TIME SHE UNDERSTOOD SOMETHING WAS HAPPENING, THAT PART OF HER LIFE WAS ALREADY OVER. Emma Heming Willis did not yet know that her husband had frontotemporal dementia. The disease, known as FTD, affects the frontal and temporal lobes of the brain, which control a person’s language and behavior. How they perceive the world and exist within it. Their personality. These sections of Bruce Willis’s brain—the sections that had made him an international movie star and, much more crucially for Emma, a protective partner and exuberant father who could find fun anywhere—were dying. What Emma knew was that Bruce had changed. At first, she thought maybe it was just the kind of dwindling that happens in a long-term relationship. Eventually, she became alarmed. Emma remembers this mystery that was…

I. GHOSTS For nearly 30 years, Gayle McCool has had a recurring dream about three people she’s never met. She is in a quiet cul-desac, outside a grand brick house with a picket fence encircling the yard. Yellow police tape winds through the white wooden spikes. Two grown women and a young boy stand on the sidewalk, facing her. The boy calls out her name. McCool forces herself to look at him and says, “But I thought you couldn’t talk. You were killed by someone who read my book.” “I can talk now,” the boy says, “and even walk.” He stands and pushes his wheelchair, smiling as it tumbles down the street. “It’s a miracle,” McCool says, and as she approaches she sees that both women have been shot directly…

ASK ODESSA YOUNG what she does for a living and she might not say she’s an actor. Especially when she’s doing this: chatting with a journalist over breakfast at the sceney Sunset Tower. Young is makeup free, wearing a simple white T-shirt, comfortable black pants, and some delicate jewelry. She’s been curled up in a booth by the pool, soaking up her last few hours in Los Angeles before going back to set—where she’ll feel like a real actor again. Young has been acting professionally since she was 11 years old—and delivering daring work in art house dramas since her breakout performance in the bloody, provocative 2018 slasher Assassination Nation. “Odessa is fearless, gutsy, and raw,” says her Assassination costar Hari Nef. “She looks like an ingenue but doesn’t act…

Growing up, when Dakota and Elle Fanning played make believe, both of them knew who was in charge. “I was the top dog no matter what,” says Dakota. “She was the groom, I was the bride. I was Anna Wintour and she was the assistant.” One of their favorite games was inspired by the TLC reality series A Baby Story: Dakota was the mother and Elle was her newborn. The younger Fanning would dive beneath a beanbag while her sister laid on top of it, mimicking labor. Eventually, Elle would emerge, wailing like an infant as Dakota bellowed, “Oh, my baby!” “That’s like Nathan Fielder,” Elle says now, shaking her head. But she can’t be too embarrassed. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life.” Any pair…

SEVERAL YEARS AGO, the Pakistani journalist Taha Siddiqui believed his greatest risk was being killed by his country’s military. Things have changed. “Now the threat is just a drunk person,” he says lightly, “which is easier to manage.” It’s a Friday evening in July in Paris, and Siddiqui’s bar, The Dissident Club, is about to open. Siddiqui cracks jokes as he cleans up dirty glasses from the previous night. Siddiqui, 41, sports long sideburns and a goatee, a smirk, and a fedora. The hat has become something of a uniform for Siddiqui, who says he started wearing them when he opened the bar in 2020. “It’s sort of a personality thing for a bartender,” he says. “And they don’t say ‘Assalamu alaikum,’ ” he adds, referring to the Arabic greeting…