Indholdsfortegnelse for November 2022 i Vogue

AS THIS ISSUE WENT TO press, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II died at Balmoral Castle in Scotland. It felt, as so many have said, like the end of an era. Her reign reaches back as long as I have memories—but a recent one stands out. I remember sitting with her at designer Richard Quinn’s show in 2018. She told me she was delighted to be there, remembering how she herself had appeared in a fashion show before she became queen. She spoke with a joyousness and a humor that bounded around the room. Unforgettable for all of us there. And there was another loss in September—less monumental, of course, more personal and bittersweet. My friend and hero Roger Federer announced that he is retiring from professional tennis. This news—following so…

Tragedy shades the domestic family drama The Son, a movie about a teenage boy’s struggle with depression that becomes—thanks to the force of Hugh Jackman’s performance as the father—an engrossing tale of helplessness and confusion. This chamber piece, costarring Laura Dern, Vanessa Kirby, and Zen McGrath as the titular son, comes from the French filmmaker Florian Zeller, adapting his own stage play. Mental illness is a whirlpool here, and Jackman, who adores his 17-year-old but also needs to believe he is okay (even when he is very much not), finds himself drowning in it. His descent is gripping to watch and unbearably sad. Erudite and ferociously powerful, TÁR is a conversation starter of a movie about creative brilliance, obsession, and sexual manipulation. The performance at its center is from Cate…

The story behind Object, the fur-shrouded teacup, spoon, and saucer for which Meret Oppenheim (1913–1985) is best known, goes like this: In 1936, Oppenheim met Pablo Picasso and Dora Maar for a meal in Paris, turning up to the Café de Flore in a bracelet she’d covered in ocelot. (In 1935, when money from her parents—who were then fleeing Nazi Germany—stopped coming in, Oppenheim began designing jewelry to support herself.) Her companions complimented it, moving Oppenheim to wonder what else she might coat in fur, and the result was Object, which she sold to the Museum of Modern Art a decade later. That and nearly 200 other beguiling creations form “Meret Oppenheim: My Exhibition,” a survey opening at MoMA this fall after stops at the Kunstmuseum Bern and the Menil…

Thom Browne is sitting in his office, waiting for a model to appear. Across the marble table, a design director, Thi Wan, sits with a thick sheaf of sketches. They are reviewing looks for their October show; Browne is quietly attentive, with his glasses riding high on his nose. It hardly bears mentioning—and yet seems impossible not to mention—that, on one of the hottest, haziest days of New York’s late summer, Browne is dressed impeccably: a light gray cardigan vest with the top two buttons fastened, a pale seersucker tie with stripes on the diagonal, a matching pair of pressed shorts, and a pristine white shirt. Since launching his distinctive line 20 years ago, Browne has yet to be spotted in a sub-impeccable state. The model, Helen Henderson, appears, wearing…

You would think we’d be immune to the famous-founder story at this point in its saturation. Yet I was still surprised to receive Twentynine Palms, an 11-piece range of gender-neutral skin care, body care, and hair care products from Jared Leto. I had questions. “Twentynine Palms, like the town at the entrance to Joshua Tree National Park?” (Yes.) And, “Is this eye cream actually $97?” (Also yes.) “I know I’m a student here, but I think that’s the best place to be,” Leto says of his entry into a very crowded space when I interrupt his vacation in Tuscany via Face-Time in late August. Swatting away mosquitoes in a wide-brimmed sun hat, the Oscar-winning actor, Gucci muse, and Thirty Seconds to Mars frontman is sporting a scruffy beard and a…

What happens when journalists become the story? That’s the question Vogue posed to reporters Megan Twohey, 46, and Jodi Kantor, 47, whose 2019 book She Said has become a new film, directed by Maria Schrader and starring Carey Mulligan and Zoe Kazan. Twohey’s and Kantor’s personal lives are on display, alongside the bravery of the victims who talked to them about Harvey Weinstein’s sexual predation. Here, Twohey and Kantor take us behind the scenes of their Pulitzer Prize–winning investigation, and its journey to the screen. The first clue that our investigation into Harvey Weinstein might one day turn into a film came, oddly enough, from the producer himself. It was back in October 2017, the day before we published our investigation into his treatment of women, and Variety had somehow gotten…

The posters framed it as a fight; a challenge between two heavyweights. At left was Andy Warhol, wearing shiny Everlast boxing gloves, shorts, a black turtleneck, and a vaguely haunted look on his face—he was, by then, a frail 56—his arms crossed like Tutankhamen’s. At his side was Jean-Michel Basquiat, shirtless, impassive, and not yet 25, in the same gloves, shorts, and stance. In other imagery, their gloves are raised, or Warhol (softly) lands a blow on Basquiat’s jaw. It was 1985, and paintings from a collaboration between the two artists—orchestrated by Swiss art dealer Bruno Bischof-berger, who formally introduced them in 1982—were headed to Tony Shafrazi’s gallery on Mercer Street. The critical response to their project was not warm. When, the year before, paintings that Warhol, Basquiat, and Italian…

Annie Leibovitz was invited to photograph Queen Elizabeth II at Buckingham Palace in 2007. She took four portraits that day—and would photograph the queen a second time, at Windsor Castle in 2016. Here are her memories of her first, historic sitting. I wanted a straightforward, intelligent portrait. I thought that this would be my only chance to photograph the queen, and I was allotted less than half an hour. They showed me catalogs of her clothes and jewelry and asked me to pick what she would wear. I picked a long gold dress as a base. The rest—the dark cloak that Cecil Beaton photographed her in, and the Order of the Garter robe, and a fur coat—would be layered on top of it and removed for the different pictures. The…

The beautiful Tuscan hilltop of Castiglioncello del Trinoro is as layered in its history as its name is hard to pronounce. There’s the past—Etruscans, Pope Pius II, the Medicis—and the present, which largely belongs to Monteverdi, the lauded hotel and spa that spans 22 acres. Over the last 10 years, Michael L. Cioffi, an American lawyer turned hotelier, has bought up the town’s ancient stone structures, refurbishing them building by building—20 guest suites here, an enoteca there. The result is an Italian idyll: private villas, a slow-food restaurant, a culinary academy and garden, and a 14th-century church that regularly hosts artists in residence, such as the conductor Sir John Eliot Gardiner and violinist Joshua Bell. This month, Monteverdi will enter the final phase of its reincarnation with a split-level, 1,720-square-foot…

A villain story is a mutable thing, as the endless revisions of old IP demonstrate. (See Maleficent, Joker, Cruella, et cetera.) In Mammals, a Prime Video miniseries from playwright Jez Butterworth, the nefarious character is a bit more mysterious: Who, exactly, is sleeping with Amandine (Melia Kreiling), the wife of Jamie (James Corden)? He’s a chef opening his first restaurant and discovering his wife’s infidelities at the very same moment. Corden is sharp and surprisingly dark here, the troubled heart of a story about the many things that can go wrong in a modern marriage. Dangerous Liaisons, meanwhile, a new series from Starz, invents a richly realized prologue for the 1782 novel of the same name. The show charts how the Marquise de Merteuil and Vicomte de Valmont came to…

Michaela Coel doesn’t like to sit still; she’s a self-described mover, the type to run a half-marathon in the middle of the night for fun. So I’m not all that surprised when the 35-year-old actor-writer-director suggests meeting for a Rollerblading session on a Sunday morning in Accra, Ghana’s capital city. “Totally down for that, sounds like fun!!!” I respond via WhatsApp, adding one too many exclamation points out of apprehension. To be honest, it’s a terrifying idea. The day before, in Accra’s historic Jamestown, I’d witnessed Coel flying through traffic on her skates, her polka-dot Burberry cape flapping wildly behind her, photographer Malick Bodian and his crew in hot pursuit. It was a daredevil stunt suited more to an action movie than a Vogue cover shoot. Looking every inch the…