Innholdsfortegnelse for July 2018 i Vogue

GISELE STARS ON OUR JULY COVER, and it’s hard to believe that nineteen years ago to the month she did the same thing for the very first time. Her life may have changed a lot in the intervening years: She’s now living in Boston, married to Patriots quarterback Tom Brady, and a mother to their two children. Yet in another way, Gisele is exactly the same gorgeous, sunny girl who charmed us when we first met her all those years ago. Other models of her stature—Linda Evangelista, say—were fabulous chameleons, channeling a new character on every shoot. Not so Gisele. Whether we’ve shot her in a bikini or in haute couture, who you see is who you get. In her own life, she has two default uniforms—the girl in the…

IF THRILLERS HAVE TAUGHT us anything, it’s that nowhere is more sinister than an American small town. We visit a doozy in HBO’s Sharp Objects, a psychologically charged limited series adapted by Marti Noxon from Gillian Flynn’s bestseller and directed by Jean-Marc Vallée. Amy Adams stars as Camille Preaker, a boozy St. Louis reporter sent to her hometown of Wind Gap, Missouri, to cover the murder of one girl and the disappearance of another, an assignment that puts her under the imperious eye of her mother, Adora, a jittery, judgmental socialite played by Patricia Clarkson as a cross between Martha Stewart and Blanche DuBois. Although an attractive cop (Chris Messina, excellent) proves an ally, Camille struggles with suspicious locals and a past she found suffocating. As he showed in Wild…

Ayiti A reprint of Roxane Gay’s indelible first story collection, Ayiti (Grove), collects voices from the Haitian diaspora: A wide-eyed teenage boy, recently arrived in Miami, swiftly toughens as he’s teased at school; a bride abducted on her honeymoon and held for ransom atomizes her ordeal. The themes explored in Gay’s nonfiction, such as the transactional nature of violence and the ways in which stereotypes of poverty add another layer of dehumanization, are just as potent here. Even her more lyrical mode is filtered through a keen sense of the lost promise of one country and the blinkered privilege of the other. It’s Gay’s unflinching directness—the sense that her characters are in the room with you, telling it like it is—that makes her irresistible. Upstate Novels about fathers and their…

A FEW DAYS BEFORE I meet him, Lakeith Stanfield, the ineffably cool, California-raised 26-year-old star of the new film Sorry to Bother You, does something that I find completely insane: He tweets his phone number. Last time he did this, it was nice, he tells me; he had a chance to talk to people. But that was then—sometime between his breakout role in 2013’s Short Term 12 and pivotal parts in culture-quaking films like Selma, Straight Outta Compton, and Get Out, and Donald Glover’s hit TV show, Atlanta. These days Stanfield is a bona fide star—the kind who gets cast by Jordan Peele (in Get Out) and Jay-Z (in the rapper’s video for his song “Moonlight”). And so his gesture at a larger connectivity means he is immediately deluged; his…

ON A SUNNY AFTERNOON not so long ago, the artist Bilge Nur Saltik found herself mesmerized by the dappled effect of sunlight streaming through a water glass. “I wanted to create a series of ‘optical objects’ that played with light in the same way,” she notes. Designed to mimic the prisms of a kaleidoscope, these “OP-vases,” as she calls them, are more lens than vessel. The uneven, concave cuts of glass cause the single flower beneath—placed in a delicate bud vase—to seem like a lush bouquet. “I love this piece because it’s so playful,” says Saltik. “There’s always more to discover.”…

Growing up, my sister and I went every year to stay with our French grandparents in Toulon. Their apartment was on the top floor of a four-story building in a gated compound on top of a cliff on the outskirts of town, with a roof terrace and enormous windows looking out to sea. There we would run wild with a gang of summer kids, clambering down the cliff path to the beach, carving our initials in the aloes on the way, shouting “Marco … Polo” for hours in the pool (irritating the matrons with their careful breaststroke), and sunning ourselves on its slatted deck. After dinner, we would gossip and flirt by the big tree on the stone plaza, or race around in games of hide-and-seek along the leafy pathways,…

Inside Marmur Medical’s second outpost, located on a buttoned-up stretch of Park Avenue, a neon sign announces mm2 in glowing purple. It’s not the message that catches my eye but the medium. Light is exactly why I’ve come to see dermatologist Ellen Marmur, M.D., this afternoon. Ever since researchers at NASA demonstrated the benefits of light-emitting diode therapy for wound repair, noninvasive treatments using targeted wavelengths have migrated from the fringes of medicine right into high-profile doctors’ practices. I’m not here for an in-office experience, however. I’m here to pick up a prototype of Marmur’s home LED device—the MMSphere, slated to launch this fall pending FDA clearance. Picture a futuristic doughnut, about a foot in diameter, that can cycle through a rave-worthy rainbow of light. “If Apple met Dyson, that…

On a cheerless spring afternoon, under a dark New England sky churning with wind and rain, I trudge across a field in search of Gisele Bündchen. I know the setting well (it is Brookline, Massachusetts, the town in which I grew up), and perhaps it’s a function of the narrowness of my nostalgia that I find it so difficult to imagine her in this place. But here Gisele is, her skin and hair gold as if touched by some distant sun, her long, emotive limbs moving swiftly through the wooden barn that she calls the sanctuary because for her it is exactly that—a refuge for meditation and for work, a short, frequently muddy walk up the hill from the vast brick house that she shares with her husband, the New…

AH, PUERTO RICO! LAND OF rum and iguanas, palm trees and paddleboard yoga. I arrived in San Juan two days ago with every intention of reporting briskly and soberly on the state of food and farming here since Hurricane Maria hit last September. But even the most sober reporter would be entrapped by this island’s enchantments. Since touching down I have: drunk a cocktail called the Tesla out of a lightbulb at the pert little La Coctelera (where the cocktails are quite performative: The Paper Plane is garnished with a folded airplane); eaten deep-fried fish fritters with mayo-ketchup—the island’s preferred sauce; sat with my feet in the sand reading about Lolita Lebrón, the stylish Puerto Rican nationalist who, in 1954, led an attack in which five U.S. representatives were shot,…

“VERY FEW THINGS IN FASHION are really sustainable—some things just do less harm than others,” says Faustine Steinmetz, swinging her brunette bob. “I’m more about just doing what I think is right.” Though the Paris-born, London-based designer has been diligently re-spinning denim since launching her label in 2013, her fall collection marks only her second runway outing: Think diverse casting and an enticing mix of intricate, needle-felted blues; corrugated mint silk shirting; and whipped mohair cable-knits. “There are some pieces we spent 3,000 hours on over the course of a month,” says the meticulous Steinmetz, 32. “We handweave our own fabrics here,” she continues, leading me into her North London studio space, her adorable foxlike Pom, Buzz, circling her feet. “I became interested in reproducing jeans because they are a…

FOR ALL THE FITNESS DEVOTEES perpetually clad in Outdoor Voices’ muted pastels—what to wear above the neck? Lately the beauty lineup is every bit as sportif, from mattifying moisturizers (CliniqueFIT) to “workout-ready eyeliner” (as e.l.f. calls its meltproof formula). Inspired by everyday athletes, hairstylist Rossano Ferretti just launched the mineral-rich Vivace Every Day, a hair-and-body shampoo that’s a gym-bag no-brainer. Recess, a new wellness line, offers another refreshing alternative: biodegradable single-serving wipes with antibacterial eucalyptus. The first-ever beauty launch from the glass water bottle–maker BKR—a hydrating rose-scented lip balm that snaps onto the cap—is a treadmill twofer, but leave it to FaceGym, the London import now installed at Saks in Manhattan (with a downtown flagship arriving in October), to combine exercise and skin care. Billed as more than “a facial…

LEAVE IT TO CHANEL, a house as reliable for its theatrics as for its tweeds, to dock a life-size ship inside Paris’s Grand Palais for its latest cruise show. But the nautical homage wasn’t the only nod to Coco’s French Riviera vacations. Models’ burnished complexions evoked her legendary souvenir from l’été 1923: a golden glow that inspired legions of sunbathers and later sparked the first-of-its-kind L’Huile Tan. It’s fitting that Chanel’s new guard—Lucia Pica, global creative makeup and color designer—has bottled that upper-deck sheen in a fresh format. L’Eau Tan, a subtle self-tanning spritz, joins a handful of innovative atomizers, such as James Read’s Coconut Water Tan Mist and St. Tropez’s Bronzing Water Face Mist. “I like to look beautifully sun-kissed and not as though I’ve had a bath in…

Fashion’s newest game: seeing if you can put a date on Miuccia Prada’s references. Recent collections have mixed everything from her early minimalist nylon pieces to mid-nineties geek-chic prints. Versace, meanwhile, couldn’t be more Versace. Or Gucci more Gucci. Or Chanel more—you get the idea. Fashion’s best-known names have been exploring their signatures—the visual cues that define their identity—like never before. The baroque splendor of the late Gianni Versace’s gilded extravagance? These days it’s streamlined by his sister, Donatella, into everything from draped and fringed cocktailiana to treadmill-friendly sneakers. The instantly recognizable Chanel double-C logo? Forever reinvented—as a surfboard decal, a laurel wreath—via Karl Lagerfeld’s imagination. (Lagerfeld’s Chanel remains, after nearly four decades of reinvention, House Zero for the art of self-referencing.) By sampling and remixing the past with the…