Innholdsfortegnelse for August 2017 i Vogue

We’re now reaching a watershed on many things that have remained unchanged and unchallenged for years—a sure indication that while events around us can sometimes make it seem otherwise, we’re actually moving in the direction of progress. It’s especially true of gender, and how so many express and represent that to the world today. This August’s cover stars, Gigi Hadid and her boyfriend, Zayn Malik (“No Limits,” page 106), are ample proof of that. Zayn might talk about how he and Gigi shop each other’s closets—a funny, lighthearted quip that nods to their intimacy and comfort with each other—yet it also speaks to how !uid gender has become, especially and particularly among the younger generation: How they see themselves is all that really matters when it comes to de"ning their…

Don’t even think about wearing your diamanté earrings, chokers, and bracelets out after dark. Instead, pull a page from the playbooks of designers like Isabel Marant, Karl Lagerfeld at Chanel, and Anthony Vaccarello at Saint Laurent, who took crystals once reserved for late-night clubbing into new territory, pairing them with everything from ladylike frocks to oversize fisherman’s knits and jeans. “I’ve always loved contrasts,” says Marant. “Diamanté earrings can dress up the slouchiest sweatshirt.” The effect is at once effortlessly eccentric and oddly appropriate. Just think of it as a little disco to light up the day.— Pick a Color This summer, live life through rose- (or blue- or yellow-) tinted glasses.…

The other day, while I was paying for my items at a deli in New York, the man behind the register stopped and stared at me. “What’s wrong with your face?” he asked. It had been a windy day, so I was concerned something had attached itself to me. “What do you mean?” I replied. He referenced his face with his hands, moving them up and down in a now-you-see-me, now-you-don’t motion. “All the dots, what do you call them?” English wasn’t his _rst language, but I knew what he was talking about. “Oh, my freckles?” I asked. He nodded, going into a brief step-by-step of an at-home remedy for making them disappear. “You use some yogurt, a little lemon. . . .” “Oh, no, I like my freckles,” I…

Books Khalil and Maria, the seemingly perfect couple at the heart of Danzy Senna’s fearless, nineties-set third novel, New People (Riverhead), met at Stanford, where they were the “King and Queen of the Racially Nebulous Prom.” Now engaged, with a Martha’s Vineyard wedding right around the corner, they live in a gentrifying Brooklyn idyll, dreaming of children with names like Thelonious and Indigo. If only the bride-to-be weren’t fixated on a poet who seems to see right through her. The first title from Lena Dunham and Jenni Konner’s imprint, Jenny Zhang’s Sour Heart (Lenny), captures Chinese-émigré New York, a world away from the privileged enclaves of Girls. A Tenenbaum-like family of French geniuses are unmoored by the death of their father in Camille Bordas’s first novel in English, How to…

OUTSIDER ART HIGH CONTRAST IS THE NAME OF THE GAME, WITH BANDS OF BLACK AND WHITE LAYING THE FOUNDATION. MODEL BIRGIT KOS ARRIVES AT THE GRITTI PALACE WEARING A DRIES VAN NOTEN COAT, $1,615; SELECT NEIMAN MARCUS STORES. VICTORIA BECKHAM DRESS, $3,760; VICTORIABECKHAM.COM. DIOR SUNGLASSES. MONIKA JAKUBEC RINGS. LOUIS VUITTON BELT. FALKE TIGHTS. BURBERRY BAG. FASHION EDITOR: TONNE GOODMAN. ARTS EDITOR: MARK GUIDUCCI.…

We’d talked about it on our !rst date, our mutual desire to move to a college town in the South. I grew up in Washington, D.C., and graduated from Duke. Ian was from Wisconsin, went to Georgetown, and had recently completed a law degree from the University of Virginia. I wanted Durham, North Carolina, and he wanted Charlottes ville, Virginia, but we agreed on the principles of early springs, independent bookstores, the smell of rich soil in the summer. After we became engaged, he took me to Charlottesville, where we toured various properties with a realtor. That night, he took me to his favorite restaurant, C&O. That’s when I understood. Charlottesville, like Durham, was a food town. Over the next fifteen years, we got married, lived and worked in New…

Table of contents 30: Jacket ($1,130), pants ($815), sweater ($725), and shoes ($735). Jacket, pants, and sweater at Bergdorf Goodman, NYC. Shoes at Barneys New York, NYC. Shirt, $375; select Dolce & Gabbana boutiques. Cover look 34: On Gigi: Jacket ($2,980), shirt ($1,500), pants ($1,500), and belt ($420); select Gucci boutiques. On Malik: Jacket ($5,450), vest ($1,250), shirt ($620), and pants ($1,100); select Gucci boutiques. Foundwell vintage rings, $495 each; foundwell.com. Editor’s letter 44: On Gigi: Sleeveless jacket, $662; gypsysportny.com. Marni shirt ($950) and trousers ($860); select Marni boutiques. On Malik: Alexander McQueen jacket ($3,245), shirt ($1,375), trousers ($1,075), and chain brooch (price upon request); Alexander McQueen, NYC. Up front 50: Sweater, $895; select Michael Kors stores. Skirt, $495; toryburch.com.Talking fashion 70: Slip, $120; natori.com. 71: Slip, $608; laperla.com. Ryan…

On the sultry Monday morning in early May when I launched my congressional campaign, I woke up with a terrible cold. I stayed under the covers, unable to move, until I reminded myself that presidential candidate Hillary Clinton, 30 years my senior, had powered through an entire 9/11 ceremony with a full-blown case of pneumonia. Trudging down to the kitchen to heat some water for Theraflu, I realized that I had no voice. In roughly eight hours I was scheduled to deliver a ten-minute speech to a large room of mostly strangers, enumerating all the reasons I was a better choice for the Texas Seventh District than the sixteen-year Republican incumbent. In the name of populism and “letting Texans run Texas,” Congressman John Culberson had voted to take health insurance…

EX-MODEL SUSIE CAVE HAS SET OUT TO ACHIEVE something both elementary and beguiling: adding romanticism to the simplest dress. Cave’s vintage-inspired label, The Vampire’s Wife—she herself is the wife of musician Nick Cave—launched two years ago and is growing at a lightning pace. “The name’s quite dark,” she says over jasmine tea in her Georgian-style Brighton seafront home, “but the clothes are fun, optimistic, and very practical.” Her signature? Easy-to-wear mid-length dresses in metallic !oral "l coupé and celluloid-siren shifts in silk jacquards. It’s the sort of cult label that has quietly bewitched a collective of modern heroines, from actors (Cate Blanchett, Ruth Negga, Tilda Swinton, Dakota Johnson) and models (Kate Moss, Karen Elson) to singers (Florence Welch). “I#don’t think I could imagine dresses I’d like more,” says Welch. “It’s…

EDITOR: CELIA ELLENBERG On a pristine Santa Fe morning, I leave a half-eaten stack of blue corn pancakes on my hotel bedside table and traverse a dried riverbed across the property to a handsome little ranch. The air smells of juniper and pine, and my pulse is racing. I am about to come face to face with four giant horses, and I’m terri!ed. Like many destinations looking to tap into the whitehot world of wellness, the Four Seasons Resort Rancho Encantado added the EQUUS Experience to its spa menu of massages and facials in the spring. The program claims to “inspire lasting change and breakthrough learning” via the healing powers of horses, according to Santa Fe native Kelly Wendorf, a lifelong equestrian with a background in neuroscience, who conceived the…

EDITOR:CHLOSE SCHAMA algee Smith, one of the magnetic stars of Kathryn Bigelow’s wrenching new drama about the 1967 Detroit riots, wasn’t able to read the entire script until three-quarters of the way through production. Bigelow kept some actors ignorant of their characters’ fates to elicit the rawest emotion possible, and her method seems to have worked. Smith took himself to such dark places while working on Detroit that he remembers feeling nauseated during the _lming. In Detroit, Smith plays Larry Reed, a singer in a Motown-style band that’s moments away from a big break—a show at a swanky downtown theater—when riots break out and police evacuate the venue. The band splits up, and Larry and a friend take refuge at a motel, where they find themselves held hostage by a…

MIDWAY THROUGH VIRGINIA WOOLF’S NOVEL Orlando, a startling transformation takes place: Our hero, Duke Orlando, awakens from a seven-day slumber to !nd that he has switched genders. “Orlando had become a woman,” Woolf writes, “but in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change of sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity.” He becomes they. The pronouns shift, but the person remains the same. Woolf’s words, written in 1928, could easily be mistaken for a manifesto posted yesterday on Tumblr, the preferred platform for the growing cohort of “fluid” young people who, like Orlando, breezily crisscross the XX/ XY divide. Fashion, of course, has taken note of the movement, which is su"ciently evolved to boast its own pinups, including Jaden…

It is only the bottom of the !rst inning at Citi Field in Flushing, Queens. The Mets are down 5–0—and I have eaten green mole chicken, carnitas, and barbacoa tacos; corn slathered with mayonnaise, cayenne, and cotija; macaroni and cheese with brown butter bread crumbs; corn bread with pimento cheese; a smoked pulled-pork sandwich that could be mistaken for Carolina pit work; two hot dogs; and two di"erent breeds of French fries. Midway through extolling the superiority of crinkle-cut fries to the publicist who has arranged my feast, I polish o" a ShackBurger to regain use of one of my hands. I am not one for such unthinking overindulgence— my husband, not flatteringly, says I eat like a small forest animal—but there exists no protocol for eating one’s way through…

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EDITORS: MARK HOLGATE & MARK GUIDUCCI ALL EYES ON “I’M CURRENTLY ON MY bed, and I’m lying on my James Baldwin pillow,” Yara Shahidi says with a huge sigh of relief. It’s been three days since the seventeen-year-old Black-ish star completed high school, and she’s celebrating her newfound freedom by doing nothing of note in the Los Angeles home she shares with her parents and two younger siblings. After four years of juggling acting, studies, and activism, Shahidi is taking a gap year during which she will shoot the spin-off series College-ish before enrolling at Harvard, where she plans to concentrate on African- American studies and social studies, which is known for being one of the university’s toughest majors. “I’m trying to do my best to help support and prepare…

WHEN MARCO ZANINI WAS LOOKING TO REENTER the fashion world after a break in his 20-year career, he knew exactly what would bring him back into the fold—and it wasn’t a job that would require him to pirouette in the glare of the spotlight. “Standing on the outside,” he says, “made me desire to do something smaller—a project where I could perform with less pressure and more time.” Fate soon played its hand: He met Giuseppe Santoni, scion of Santoni shoes, and after a lunch, an afternoon meeting, and another lunch, Zanini was satiated in more ways than one. Zanini was invited to create Santoni Edited by Marco Zanini, a collection of women’s and men’s shoes and—a _rst for the label—sweaters, coats, and jackets because, says Santoni simply, the designer…

In 1993, photographer Mario Sorrenti and his then-girlfriend Kate Moss set off for a secluded island, armed with rolls of film and a bottle of Calvin Klein’s Obsession. The campaign that followed redefined the visual language of perfume. Bracingly intimate, the black-and-white stills and gauzy 16mm footage managed to freeze time and transcend it. “We were in this beautiful, crazy place in our minds, and the emotion was very honest,” Sorrenti recalls of their ten-day shoot on Jost Van Dyke, in the British Virgin Islands, with no hair, no makeup, no stylists. “Somehow it hit a nerve.” Decades later, an appreciation for the nineties’ raw aesthetic has sparked a meta-infatuation with the model as seen through Sorrenti’s lens. It has also inspired a meta-perfume. For his first fragrance at the…

This summer, textile designer Peter Dunham invokes East and West for his first collection of wallpapers, inspired by naturalistic patterns found amid the pine-laden hills of Simla and the lavender-swept terraces of Provence. “I’m attracted to an organic geometry,” Dunham says of his floral prints. “Indian patterns have a wonderful rhythm. I wanted to convey a sophisticated appreciation for what’s authentic to the culture.”…

The most powerful woman in the world is in a hurry. With brisk, determined strides on a spring morning in Berlin, Chancellor Angela Merkel sweeps into the glass-andsteel auditorium of the Chancellery— Germany’s modern White House—barely acknowledging the dozen or so cameras pointed straight at her. She leads a much younger man, Saad Hariri, the prime minister of Lebanon, to the podium, one arm grazing his back, in absolute command of this dance. “Lebanon,” she begins under the attentive gaze of Hariri, for whom every minute in the company of Europe’s most important leader is political gold, “hosts more than one million Syrian refugees,” she addresses the assembled, mostly Middle Eastern media, as cameras whir, “and shows great humanitarian spirit.” Minutes before, I had observed the reporters posing for sel!es…