Vogue June/July 2021

IT CAN’T BE EASY to have one of the most beloved and astonishingly successful supermodels in the world as your mother. Cindy Crawford drove Vogue to heights of popularity whenever we put her on the cover in the ’90s (she was the bluest of blue-chip cover subjects). Her 19-year-old daughter and this month’s cover star, Kaia Gerber, is a modeling sensation in her own right, beloved by the fashion community and by her millions of followers online. And when I look at the images this month, photographed by Colin Dodgson and styled by Tonne Goodman (“All in the Balance,” page 78), I can’t help but marvel at her uncanny likeness to Cindy and be impressed all over again at Kaia’s poise and grace as she follows in her mother’s professional…

Masami Hosono About a week before Vogue had Hosono—of the downtown Manhattan salon Vacancy Project—train their hairstyling talents on Ella Emhoff (“Short [And Long] Story,” page 66), Hosono and the model/second daughter had a serendipitous encounter on the street. “She said, ‘Oh, I want to get a haircut by you. Sometime I want to make an appointment,’ ” Hosono recalls. Soon there was no need: Vogue asked Hosono to trim Emhoff’s locks into the silhouette of the moment, a riff on the mullet. In fact, it’s none too different from Hosono’s own look of late: a halo of curls evoking a “young Mick Jagger.” Here’s someone who practices what they preach. Naomi Fry For Fry, a staff writer at The New Yorker, traveling to Los Angeles to profile Kaia Gerber…

I’ll tell you what I’m missing: I’m missing a live fashion show. Don’t get me wrong: I’m awed by the way creative people have found creative solutions to presenting their work during the dystopian discombobulations of this past year. I was gaga for Jeremy Scott’s Moschino marionette models (full disclosure: The show featured yours truly), and for JW Anderson’s show in a box and his The Loewe Show Has Been Cancelled newspaper, and for Nicolas Ghesquière’s spring 2021 green-screen Louis Vuitton experience, among so many others. And please don’t get me started on the Central Saint Martins show, which revealed what students can do working from the confines of their homes—from a London flat share to a sheep farm in Reykjavík—because it will bring me to tears. I hope we…

For my 16th birthday, my mom, my two best friends, and I came to L.A. for the first time. We made a beeline off the plane to a restroom at the car-rental place, where we slammed open our luggage and started putting on makeup. I was like, “Mascara, mascara! Lipstick, lipstick!” We thought if we wore sunglasses everywhere, people would think we were famous. On that trip we were sure we saw Snoop Dogg, so we started following him around and taking pictures on the sly. It wasn’t Snoop Dogg after all! Though 79 million people follow me on TikTok now, I don’t feel famous. Most of them came during the pandemic, so I haven’t experienced what that’s like in person. I’m a girl from Louisiana who only graduated from…

Long before Anthony Fauci told the Wall Street Journal that if it were up to him, we would never go back to shaking hands again, American life had become increasingly distant—and not only because we’re all slavering over our Samsungs. We can no longer assume it is kosher to offer a colleague a hug for comfort; yoga instructors must now ask for explicit consent before adjusting a follower’s downward dog, a change that is controversial on both sides of the mat—hailed as progress by some; lamented by others. Everywhere you look, the rules of engagement are being renegotiated and everyone’s personal comfort zone is, well, personal. People have boundaries now, and it’s hard to find fault with that. But when the global pandemic made isolation a means of survival rather…

“On paper, we’ve only been together for around two and a half years,” says the painter Ivy Getty of her relationship with photographer Toby Engel. But in this pandemic-prompted, dog-year-style acceleration we’re living through, she reckons it’s been longer: “If you’re spending lockdown with somebody, it’s like you’re together for triple the time.” Throngs of other pandemic-era loves have matched this pace—a 2020 trend dubbed the “turbo relationship.” “It was like we pressed fast-forward,” Getty says. “But it didn’t feel rushed.” Still, when Engel proposed last summer, at a restaurant in Capri, Getty was taken aback. Only when he produced his mother’s sapphire ring did she realize what was happening. This November, the couple will marry at the San Francisco manse that once belonged to her grandmother Ann—an antiquarian who…