Innholdsfortegnelse for Nov-15 i Vogue

Angelina JOLIE PITT The Oscar winner has an elegant, unflappable style that reflects the life she leads as mother, director, actress, and activist. When it comes to daytime dressing, she often opts for classic tailored suiting, but it’s on the red carpet that she steals the show. There she’s all about no-holds-barred Old Hollywood glamour. Go to Vogue.com to see our slideshow of her sartorial hits. Blue JEAN BABY If the resort collections showed us anything, it’s that the anonymous skinny jean has been pushed aside in favor of a multitude of denim options that can both anchor and elevate your look. Whether it’s a classic dark denim pant, a frayed jacket, an embroidered dress, or a statement jumpsuit, something sexy, versatile, playful, and dependable is offered this season— basically,…

Where is it written that an emerging model and a chart-topping musician who happen to have nearly anagrammatic names simply must date each other for at least one fashion season? In the case of Bella Hadid and Abel Tesfaye, at least, the answer seems to be: somewhere on Diane von Furstenberg’s runway. He’s the sonic sorcerer known as The Weeknd, whose new album, Beauty Behind the Madness, has earned him comparisons to Michael Jackson. She is Gigi’s leggy younger sister, whose look reads more femme fatale than Malibu Barbie. And on the second Sunday of September, after months of reports that the two were together, Tesfaye watched as his girlfriend Hadid walked DVF’s show to the sound of his own number-one song “Can’t Feel My Face,” her wavy brunette mane…

Proenza Schouler’s Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez are rolling out PS Pins, a customizable platform that literally spells out the duo’s unfaltering sense of what’s cool now. The Pins are metal letters and numbers that screw through a specially developed perforated leather, which will be used on classic Proenza shapes like the bucket bag, the lunch bag, and the PS1 briefcase (in small and medium sizes). Call it the new-new monogram—or the high-end hashtag. In any case, it’s nothing at all like your preppy grandmother’s floral-ciphered hand towels. “We looked at John Chamberlain sculptures and sports cars,” says Hernandez of the robust typeface, designed with their longtime collaborator Alejandro Cardenas, the illustrator who also created Proenza’s iconic pixelated tribal and tropical-fish motifs of yester-season. “And we made sure the font…

I never welcome the first chill of winter. While others relish the return of boot season and sweater weather, all I can think about is my face’s slight flush—an early warning sign of the tender, tingling, and impossible-to-soothe skin that awaits me in the cold months to come. I am not the only one irritated. According to a study in the International Journal of Dermatology, 51 percent of American women describe their skin as “sensitive,” a blanket term that has come to embody all manner of redness, itchiness, and inflammation—whether real or perceived. “Sensitivity is in the eye of the beholder,” explains Murad Alam, M.D., a professor of dermatology and the head of cosmetic dermatology and dermatologic surgery at Northwestern University. Which is to say: There is no scientific consensus…

“I’m an intense dude,” says Emory Cohen in an accent as thick as a pastrami on rye. “I idolize Brando.” You can feel Marlon’s ghost hovering over Cohen’s performance in Brooklyn, John Crowley’s deft adaptation of Colm Tóibín’s novel about a young Irish woman (Saoirse Ronan) in 1952 Brooklyn. The 25-year-old New Yorker plays Tony, an Italian-American plumber whose openhearted passion is a world away from the judgmental repression she’s used to. Although Cohen has played his share of screwed-up characters—Debra Messing’s overwrought son on Smash, the delinquent AJ in The Place Beyond the Pines—his scenes with Ronan bring out a vulnerable sweetness. “Like lots of young actors, Emory worries that if a part doesn’t cost you, it’s not really acting,” says Crowley. “To play Tony, he had to trust…

Do you want to meet Simon?” asks Christophe Comoy as he places a worn straw hat on his head. “Seee-mon!” He whistles shrilly, and Simon, a haughty Marans rooster, stalks proudly to the edge of his fenced-in kingdom and lets out a salutary cry. He is one of three cocks currently reigning over Combenègre, the summer home in the southwestern Midi-Pyrénées region shared by Comoy and the Paris-based Argentinian architect Luis Laplace. The couple, partners in life and business (Comoy left a career in finance to run Laplace’s firm), purchased the estate from Comoy’s cousins six years ago when his grandmother, the house’s longtime proprietor, passed away. “Christophe, his passion is to go with the chickens. He spends hours with them,” says Laplace, who prefers to spend time in the…

As we were finishing this issue, we were also busy with the New York spring 2016 collections— my congratulations to Peter Copping at Oscar de la Renta and to Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez of Proenza Schouler, who treated us to absolutely wonderful shows. What united the best clothes that we saw during the week—what Vogue’s editors and I kept coming back to again and again—was their authenticity, their realness. Perhaps it’s the world we live in today, but the ability to connect with the realities of how we want to dress for life now has become more urgent than ever. Escapist fantasy has its place in fashion, of course, but currently it feels just a little out of step with the times. In New York, those few designers with…

I learned how to ride horses when I was 56. This was totally unexpected. At the time I lived right next to a stable in upstate New York; that is to say, horse country. But I never felt the strong attraction that some girls have for horses; I never felt any attraction at all. On the contrary I found their faces and body language—unlike those of cats or dogs—completely unreadable, which made their size, power, and beauty flat-out unnerving. I understood their glamour as well as the ranking and competition that went with it—but for me the whole point of an animal companion was not glamour; I wanted to be soft and cuddly with a pet. I could see no way to cuddle with something as enormous and hard-bodied as…

“We have a philosophy at Tiffany that we don’t discontinue our designs, we retire them,” says Francesca Amfitheatrof of the house’s archives. The design director immersed herself in those archives before setting to work on a curated collection of jewelry, gifts, and tabletop trinkets to bring out of retirement for sale at Dover Street Market starting in November. The capsule includes reeditions of iconic jewelry pieces from the fifties, sixties, and seventies interpreted under Amfitheatrof’s direction, all of which she describes as influenced by the “clean and modern, never fussy, recognizable Tiffany, with a rigorous attention to design.” There’s likely something for everyone on your list, from an ebony-and-gold double bangle to a diamond-encrusted gold cuff and a silver desktop jigsaw puzzle—and that’s just for starters. “If you’re invited to…

“I have a very nice relationship with the Ferragamo family,” says Aquazzura’s Edgardo Osorio of Salvatore Ferragamo, where he began his career ten years ago. “We’re neighbors!” (As it happens, Osorio’s home and studio is a mere stone’s throw from the storied label’s historic Florentine headquarters in the thirteenth-century Palazzo Spini Feroni.) That affinity came in handy when Ferragamo creative director Massimiliano Giornetti invited Osorio to collaborate on a limitededition collection that Giornetti describes as coming from “sharing an appreciation of color, light, and living outdoors: Edgardo is from Colombia, and South American culture is similar to that of Italy.” The thirteen spirited silhouettes inspired by the Ferragamo archives—including rainbow-painted feathered sandals and cobalt-cuffed black suede peeptoe booties—celebrate not only the craftsmanship of Salvatore Ferragamo and the flair of Aquazzura…

When Véra Slonim met Vladimir Nabokov at a Russian-émigré ball in Berlin in 1923, she was wearing a harlequin mask and recited one of his poems from memory. For the next half century, they continued to captivate each other. Becoming not only Nabokov’s wife but eventually his editor and translator, Véra was the one who rescued the manuscript of Lolita from the flames when he decided to burn it. Now, in Letters to Véra (Knopf), edited and translated by Olga Voronina and Brian Boyd, we glimpse the rich texture of their bond, from witty missives during their courtship, filled with riddles and a menagerie of endearments (“Monkeykins,” “Goosikins,” “Long bird of paradise with the precious tail”), to desperate letters and telegrams from the thirties, detailing the author’s search for a…

It’s a lazy morning at Light Iron, one of those eerily sleek postproduction houses where everything appears to have been purchased two minutes ago. Director Cary Joji Fukunaga— whose half-Japanese, half-Swedish good looks have become an enduring Internet meme—is making the very final tweak to his new movie about African child soldiers, Beasts of No Nation. There’s one particular shot of an impending storm that’s been gnawing away at his perfectionist soul: Something about the clouds doesn’t look quite right. After staring intently at the monitor for a few minutes, he turns to his digital “flame artist” (as they’re known) and tells her, “I don’t like how the lightning flashes there. Can you shift it a bit to the right?” So saying, he flops his six-foot frame onto the office…

The last time I made a holiday meal, I bought too much food. It wasn’t because I set out to overload the table, even though that’s exactly what happened, the platters and serving bowls piled high like in a still life from the golden age of Dutch painting. It was because when I cook for the holidays, I’m not only thinking of what I’m going to serve for dinner, I’m fantasizing about what I’ll make the following day, when the morning is spent reading in bed and food starts to sound like a good idea again around noon. I roasted Normandy ducks that year. They were the classic beauties of a Time-Life cookbook, the skin lacquered to a deep mahogany. The meal was delicious enough, but it was the duck…

Table of contents 56: On Kloss: Knit sweater and skirt (priced upon request); Calvin Klein Collection, NYC. Cover look 74: Mohair sweater, $1,190; Saint Laurent, NYC; (212) 980-2970. Manicure, Emi Kudo for Dior Vernis. Editor’s letter 90: On Brosnan: Scout Original wool sweater, price upon request; info@scoutoriginal.com for information. ATM Anthony Thomas Melillo henley, $125; atmtees.com. On Kloss: Maison Margiela suede maxi coat, price upon request; Maison Margiela boutiques. Polo Ralph Lauren suede-trim henley, $99; ralphlauren.com. Contributors 112: On Wasikowska: Carven shirt, $290; Carven, NYC. Alice + Olivia by Stacey Bendet skirt, $495; aliceandolivia.com. American Apparel beret, $24; americanapparel.net. Up front: 118: Trainer, Jim Barnes. Special thanks to Darren Rogers at Churchill Downs. Flash 146: On Aflalo: Stretch-twill pants, $178; Reformation, NYC; (212) 510-8455. Top, $390; Nordstrom stores. Boots, $450;…

59.2k EYE of the BEHOLDER The August issue found Vogue cover–veteran Nicole Kidman at a moment of professional and personal equilibrium (“A World Apart,” by Jason Gay, photographed by Peter Lindbergh). Adoring praise from her fans filled our inbox, but reaction across the Internet fixated on the Patrick Demarchelier cover, reigniting the always contentious debate over photo-editing. Did Kidman look natural? Marc Jacobs, who designed the actress’s sequined look, proudly posted the cover on Instagram and took on the chorus of naysayers with characteristic brio: “When were you last given a cover of Vogue?” 938,104 VIEWS OF KIDMAN’S VOGUE.COM VIDEO Nicole Kidman on your August issue is like sunshine to a blooming rose. She is one of the very few actresses who deserve a VOGUE cover. J. SHAWN COMPTON, GRUNDY,…

I was ten when I discovered that I have the blood of a witch. Enthralled, my mother and I watched the 1985 television movie Three Sovereigns for Sarah, which begins with my ninth-great-grandmother Sarah Towne Cloyce—played by Vanessa Redgrave at the height of her powers—confronting a panel of magistrates to clear her name and those of her older sisters, Rebecca Towne Nurse and Mary Towne Esty, who’d been hanged for witchcraft in Salem a decade before, in 1692. It was with no small amount of pride that I embraced my heritage: I may have been the only girl in Kansas who identified more with the Wicked Witch of the West than with Dorothy. Women who spoke their truth were rare in my experience. “Pass the barbecue sauce, Meg,” my father…

A few years ago Yael Aflalo, an entrepreneur and former model who in 2009 launched her Reformation label in the back room of a store in Los Angeles, found herself in an uncomfortable dinner-party conversation. A guest was interrogating her about fashion’s impact on the environment— “not in a rude way,” Aflalo recalls, “but putting the issue to me like I was on Charlie Rose. I was like, ‘Huh?’ ” Aflalo, who is now 38, hadn’t given the matter much thought. She figured that since Reformation repurposed girly dresses from flea markets and vintage shops, hand-sewed them with new flourishes, and resold them in one storefront, it was already sufficiently green. Nevertheless, the naturally curious (and extraordinarily ambitious) Southern California native started reading up on both ethical manufacturing and various…

For years I’ve lived by a few hard-and-fast rules for happy, stress-free packing and traveling: Roll, don’t fold, shirts and cashmere; triplecheck the ounces and/or milliliters of any liquid products (trust me: Watching a beloved bottle of Chanel Jersey being unceremoniously discarded is a harrowing preflight experience); and always wear your heaviest coat and a slip-on flat. Still, as confident as I am in my time-tested travel uniform (navy Globe-Trotter wheelie, fitted jeans, trench, Chanel ballet pumps), when I heard The Row was about to launch a travel capsule with Net-a-Porter—“It made perfect sense: The average Net-a-Porter customer travels at least ten times a year,” says a bright-eyed Ashley Olsen, fresh from a 48-hour work trip to Hong Kong—I wanted to see if I could travel like fashion’s most recognizable…

Claire Boucher—more commonly known by her experimental-music alter ego, Grimes— has been tinting her dark brunette hair a kaleidoscope of colors since she was eleven. “I was Anne of Green Gables in the school play, and my mom let me dye it with Kool-Aid. It was her biggest mistake,” she says, laughing, on a recent September afternoon in Brooklyn. In town from L.A., where she has been logging long studio hours for the last year, the Canadian-born Boucher has a packed schedule ahead of the fall release of Art Angels, her long-awaited fourth album. Featuring eleven tracks that she calls more “deliberate” and “confident” than her Billboard-charting 2012 release, Visions, the record is poised to transplant Boucher squarely into the mainstream. High-octane, professionally mastered hooks aside, Boucher’s hair—waist-grazing and dark…

In Sarah Gavron’s Suffragette, a rousing film about the battle for female voting rights in pre–World War I Britain, Carey Mulligan stars as Maud Watts, a laundry worker who goes from passivity to activism—“Deeds, not words”—under the guidance of a local feminist (Helena Bonham Carter) and the movement’s real-life leader, Emmeline Pankhurst (Meryl Streep). While Abi Morgan’s script can be predictable, the movie is galvanized by Mulligan’s touching, slow-burn performance as an ordinary woman discovering extraordinary inner strength. For a modern look at women’s freedom, don’t miss Mustang, the debut of the gifted young female Turkish director Deniz Gamze Ergüven. Filmed in a provincial beach town, the movie follows five spirited teenage sisters whose family, thinking their youthful exuberance immoral, locks them up and starts marrying them off against their…

Oh, God. It’s been such an ordeal.” Olivia Kim, director of creative projects for Nordstrom, is talking to me about her hair. For six years, the Opening Ceremony alum was a platinum blonde—a runway staple, a signature look for her and one much copied by her nearly 14,000 Instagram followers. That constituency was in for a shock when Kim reemerged last winter with a jet-black bob. She’d gone back to her natural color—and that was the ordeal. “My hair was super-duper damaged. I mean, you take Asian jet-black hair to white-blonde . . . ,” Kim says with a sigh. Her hair was breaking, she says. Bleach had made the strands porous—her colorist had to “patch” the holes before she could dye it over. The process, which Kim thought would…

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In the early 1900s, Hermès introduced a blue-and-red-striped horse blanket that eventually came to be known as the Rocabar after visiting Brits kept calling it a “rug à barres” (striped rug). Artistic director Nadège Vanhee-Cybulski and accessories maestro Pierre Hardy honored and updated the house’s equine legacy by repurposing that iconic shawl as a boot, color-blocked in its original hues but modernized with easygoing, casual lines and a hip élan. They’re just the sort of thing we can see stirring up your stirrups—with equal chic—from barn to city block.…