Indholdsfortegnelse for September 2017 i Vogue

AT VOGUE, WE’RE NOT MUCH GIVEN TO LOOKING BACKWARD, reasoning that life only goes in one direction—forward—and therefore, so should we. Yet since 2017 marks our 125th birthday (which we decided to celebrate by focusing on remarkable and resourceful women from all walks of life), and since it is September (arguably our most important issue of the year), we’ve allowed ourselves an anniversary opportunity for a rare moment of misty-eyed nostalgia. We have revisited some of our favorite and most enduring cover stars—Oprah Winfrey, Nicole Kidman, and Serena Williams among them. Not to mention many of the iconic models—from Cindy Crawford to Linda Evangelista, Claudia Schiffer to Christy Turlington—whose careers are so entwined with this magazine. They certainly look as ageless and as cool as the denim they wore for…

Donatella Versace, Versace “For me, fashion is family. I love the tenderness and timelessness of this image with my brother Gianni and my daughter, Allegra—it was taken by Bruce Weber in 1994 in Miami while we were creating images for the book Do Not Disturb. This year marked the twentieth anniversary of my brother’s passing. For him, creativity was pleasure. He was sketching, thinking, and dreaming all the hours of the day. It was something natural to him, an instinct that he could not deny. He was the biggest inspiration of my life—he taught me to listen to my heart, to fight for what I believe. Looking at this picture, it is like he is still with me here today, pushing me forward.” DONATELLA WITH HER BROTHER GIANNI AND HER…

ABOUT EIGHTEEN MONTHS AGO, AFTER YEARS SPENT crafting extremely impressive résumés, designers Léa Dickely and Hung La formed Kwaidan Editions in London (between them, they’ve worked for the likes of Céline, Balenciaga, Rick Owens, and Dior). Dickely, 33, who hails from a village close to Strasbourg, and La, 39, who hopped across the Atlantic from Washington, D.C., are now a couple in work as well as life; they’ve been together for the last thirteen years after first meeting at Antwerp’s Royal Academy of Fine Arts. They figured, not unreasonably, that, as La puts it, “we’re designers—so why don’t we try to design our lives? [Kwaidan Editions] is the result of our shared values.” Those values included the desire to do something more personal and more concise, a generational impulse they…

What happens when a venerable Roman house meets a member of fashionable London’s new establishment? In this case, a hypnotic capsule of highly covetable workaday bags. Nicholas Kirkwood’s first offerings in the genre retain the megawatt wow of the renowned bijoutiers Bulgari, but are “reimagined in a contemporary and somewhat disruptive way,” he says. “A craftsman told me that when making a symmetrical piece, he waits up to six months to find a matching stone,” says Kirkwood from his airy studio in London’s West End, still bewitched by Bulgari’s Rome atelier. But the designer wanted to capture the city’s less obvious architectural spirit. “I love the Gavin Brown gallery in Trastevere—it’s in an old deconsecrated church, which has been stripped back and left raw,” he says. He also drew inspiration…

BELTS: IF NOT TO HOLD UP MY PANTS, WHAT’S THE POINT? Until now, my idea of marking my midsection has been defined by high-rise jeans and the occasional dalliance with crop tops. Recent collections from Miu Miu to Oscar de la Renta, though, offered countless waist-cinching options with enough ease and elegance to make me reconsider—so when a box filled with a bounty of gleaming metallics and sumptuous snakeskins arrives, I take a deep breath and brace myself to buckle up. There are trailing belts so long they nearly graze the ground, sashes to knot and tie, and diamanté-adorned skinny satin styles that do the job of jewelry. I begin by clasping a chain link atop a fitted jacket (the flash of metal glams up a smart silhouette) and leave…

WE’RE SITTING ON A SOFA IN A LAVISH NORTH LONDON house, a Bacon sculpture, a large Grayson Perry tapestry, and a couple of Lucian Freuds on the walls, but art is not what I’m staring at. Rather, my gaze is fixed on a very good-looking man just a few steps away. It’s actor Matthew McConaughey, and apart from being handsome, he seems exceptionally cool and friendly. We— meaning interior decorator/designer Fran Hickman and I—are at a party at the house of her friend PR maven and renowned host Matthew Freud. Fran knows a good party. I sat next to Fran a few years back at an Emilia Wickstead fashion show. I can’t remember too much of the runway—pretty floral and powder-pink dresses, I’m sure—but I hit it off with my…

For much of the first half of the twentieth century—when short was but a twinkle in the eye of the upcoming, liberated, anything-goes 1960s—the shoulder-framing dress, constructed to swirl around the décolletage to dazzling effect, was how one added a frisson of sex appeal. It’s a look that’s still relevant today—what better way to show off shoulders sculpted at the gym (not to mention the soft, languid dresses that hang off them)? The look was also known as a “portrait neckline,” and that works today, too—perfect for a particularly glamorous selfie.…

WHEN LUCILLA BONACCORSI—the daughter of Don Lucio Bonaccorsi dei Principi di Reburdone and his wife, the flamboyant Milan-based fashion designer Luisa Beccaria—was ten years old or so, she sat on the belvedere of Castelluccio, the family’s almond farm in the beauteous wilds of southern Sicily, listening to a fairy tale. It was the time of the almond harvest, which had brought the family to this remote spot, a bumpy three-and-a-half hours’ drive from their former home near Taormina. The property itself was a beautiful ruin that had been uninhabited for more than half a century, its courtyards buried under cement, and not a cultivated flower or tree in sight. But when Luisa first set eyes on it, she was smitten by its unrivaled setting, with views over rolling hills to…

When it comes to getting healthy skin, Vogue has always championed a three-part plan: maintenance, maintenance, maintenance. These provocative images are meant to be as attention-grabbing as their underlying messages, which often highlight core principles of skin care, no matter your texture or tone: from protecting against damaging UV rays to taking a deep dive into high-tech innovation, such as regenerative LED-light therapy and the breakthrough antiaging ingredients in the latest serums and creams. But getting a radiant glow isn’t just about diligent moisturizing and finding the right cosmetic dermatologist. Sound nutrition, seeking out balance—for the body, mind, and soul—and some sly cosmetic coaxing of the sort practiced by one of the legendary makeup artists behind many of these arresting photos can go a long way toward complexion perfection.…

S ince opening in New York’s West Village two years ago, CAP Beauty has become a pilgrimage site in the booming naturals movement. Cofounded by Cindy DiPrima Morisse and Kerrilynn Pamer, the jewel-box boutique stands out for its aesthetic polish and rigorous curation—no synthetic additives, full stop—which has made its online shop a go-to source for rosewater mists and natural toothpaste around the globe, California included. “The L.A. market understands us so inherently,” Pamer says. Starting this month, that tunedin crowd can waive shipping fees when CAP lands on the Sunset Strip as the resident beauty counter inside the revamped department store Fred Segal. The new outpost pays special attention to local fare—May Lindstrom’s dreamy oils, smokeless incense by Bodha—and visitors can sample CAP’s pristine organic matcha. “If there’s not…

Ana de Armas enjoys taking chances—“ I like to push myself in front of the train,” she jokes—but the actress admits to being intimidated by her starring role in Denis Villeneuve’s hotly anticipated sequel to the original Blade Runner. “I was beyond nervous. I was there with Ryan Gosling and Harrison Ford and Robin Wright, and I’d think, What am I doing here?” The answer is, Becoming worldfamous. Although the 29-year-old Cuban actress has had some Hollywood parts—the loving wife of Edgar Ramírez’s prizefighter in Hands of Stone, Miles Teller’s girlfriend in the crass comedy War Dogs (“It was a boys’ club”)—she earned her stripes playing a boarding- school beauty for six seasons on a Spanish TV series called El Internado. And she’s certainly never been in anything like this,…

When the 21-year-old British actor Harris Dickinson took the lead role in Beach Rats—Eliza Hittman’s acclaimed film about a young man struggling with his sexuality amid the sand-trap machismo of outer Brooklyn—he had less of a sense of New York than some tourists. “I was in Manhattan for 24 hours, a year before that, so my experience of New York was Times Square,” he recalls. His character in the film, Frankie, roams the Coney Island boardwalk like a playground. Yet for all his ease on this turf, Frankie leads something of a troubled triple life, helping care for a dying father, halfheartedly pursuing a girlfriend while trailing a wolflike pack of stoner pals, and arranging secret trysts with older gay men. During the filming, Dickinson studied local accents, behaviors, and…

Twenty years ago, as Venus Williams was playing her first Grand Slam singles final, a three-yearold girl picked up a racquet in Caracas. Garbiñe Muguruza (whose mother is Venezuelan and father is Basque) went on to watch the Williams sisters with a keen eye. “They had a great hunger for winning,” she recalls now. “I liked that.” This year, she beat Venus in a lightning-speed final at Wimbledon, with a crushing second set. “I’ve always wanted to be the best tennis player in the world,” she said afterward, simply enough. With her determined and inspired performance, she offered a convincing case that she is the forward-looking face of women’s tennis, a position she is looking to solidify at the upcoming U.S. Open. “Garbiñe is one of our next superstars on…

On a Sunday morning in July—specifically the middle Sunday of Wimbledon, when the players rest and the trampled lawns recover— Serena Williams awoke from one of those vivid dreams that are a common feature in the hormonal rush of pregnancy. In it she was competing, except that she wasn’t at Wimbledon or even on a tennis court. Instead this was the Williams Invitational, the mock-seriously titled (but very real) dance tournament that Serena and Venus Williams have mounted each spring for the better part of a decade and that, Serena explains, has gone from fun to serious to Broadway to Vegas in short order. In the dream, Serena was suspended from the ceiling, twirling inside a hoop attached to a long ribbon. (True story: Williams has an aerial-dancing coach in…

They’d driven all the way to Mr. Styles’s house before Anna realized that her father was nervous. First the ride had distracted her, sailing along Ocean Parkway as if they were headed for Coney Island, although it was four days past Christmas and impossibly cold for the beach. Then the house itself: a palace of golden brick three stories high, windows all the way around, a rowdy flapping of green-and-yellow-striped awnings. It was the last house on the street, which dead-ended at the sea. Her father eased the Model J against the curb and turned off the motor. “Toots,” he said. “Don’t squint at Mr. Styles’s house.” “Of course I won’t squint at his house.” “You’re doing it now.” “No,” she said. “I’m making my eyes narrow.” “That’s squinting,” he…

Sander Lak doesn’t claim to be much of a shoe guy. “I actually live in sneakers—what can I say? I have horribly big, flat Dutch feet!” he confesses, laughing. Early fans of his label, Sies Marjan, might beg to differ: When the former head of design at Dries Van Noten presented his debut collection at New York Fashion Week in the penthouse of an unfinished Art Deco skyscraper in February of last year, the shoes literally became a runaway success, with several models eager to bag a pair of his curvy, Fluevog-style heels after the show. It wasn’t long before runway images of the collection, tagged with phrases like shoe porn along with heart emojis, started to flood the label’s Instagram feed. “People were going crazy for them,” Lak says.…

THE FEELING YOU GET WHEN YOU meet Riley Keough is that she’s been around; that she knows a few people outside New York and L.A. It’s something directors, in particular, note right off. “I almost ruined the take when she said her first lines as Mellie Logan,” says Steven Soderbergh. Mellie Logan is the character Keough plays in Logan Lucky, the director’s exquisite new Nascar–meets– Ocean’s Eleven heist caper set in the Appalachians. “I said, ‘Who are you thinking of ?’ And she said, ‘Oh, a friend in West Virginia.’ ” Andrea Arnold, who directed her in last year’s acclaimed independent American Honey, noticed it, too: In that movie, Keough plays the boss of a band of teenagers traveling through Midwestern towns selling magazine subscriptions. “We were all together in…

PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME—AGAIN. I waited—patiently, on a long list, for several months—and I waited. I lusted, increasingly, for my Mansur Gavriel lipstick red–lined black leather bucket bag to arrive, and then I waited just as long for a pair of flaming red suede mules to reach my feet. At this moment in particular I am standing in the five-year-old label’s sun-soaked design studio in Lower Manhattan, longing for a coat that I can’t get for another four months. Mansur Gavriel is launching coats for fall (as well as a very limited, very sweater-dressing-driven wardrobe, along with a few simple silhouettes in vintage fabrics) in a show-now, shop-now rollout later this month—which is fitting, given the way that coats have lately become like accessories: detail-oriented objects of desire…

The statement lip’s popularity can ebb and flow with the runways, but its coveted place in Vogue has remained constant. From dreamy fuchsias to berries that skew slightly Gothic to mauves passing for neo-neutrals, these nuanced shades have a way of subverting expectation: A fantastical floral headpiece comes with a lipstick seemingly plucked from the garden; a delicately embellished dress gets a jolt from a burnished shade of coral. But it’s not just the fresh, offbeat mouth moments that warrant a double take. For decades, the classic red lip in its endless permutations has left an indelible imprint on the magazine’s pages—sparkling ruby, darkly romantic maroon, and every fivealarm fire in between. Whether cool with blue undertones or warm and ruddy, these variants of crimson can set the mood as…

Few physical attributes feel as personalitydefining as hair, and its transformative powers through color, cut, texture, and style have long been documented in Vogue. With an expert ability to capture bangs that disrupt the status quo, curls that defy gravity, or high-voltage hair dye experiments that range in shade from platinum to cobalt blue, these images successfully reflect—and often shape— the beauty Zeitgeist.…

AS THE TITANS OF SILICON VALLEY TIP FROM YOUTH toward middle age, they’ve started biohacking to shave off the years—having their genes sequenced; intermittently fasting; getting blood transfusions from IPO virgins who’ve never taken calculus. Now they’re behind a clutch of new product lines that promise to transport advancements in regenerative medicine, longevity research, and even biofuel straight from the lab to your beauty routine. We’ve been here before: a beauty market reinvented by nerds. Recall resveratrol, the antiaging molecule in red wine, which was isolated and synthesized in a biotech lab before becoming the It cosmetic ingredient of the nineties. But social media and e-commerce have made it possible for tech entrepreneurs to become beauty moguls in their own right. “We educate people. We give them quality data,” says…

The cult of the ballerina body has deep roots. In 1949, the great Tanaquil Le Clercq demonstrated posture-improving ballet exercises for Vogue in a grid of Eadweard Muybridge–like motion studies. Nearly 70 years and many barre classes later, another former star of New York City Ballet, Benjamin Millepied—together with his innovative five-year-old troupe, L.A. Dance Project—is stripping away the codes associated with the lithe-limbed exercise genre: the slippers, the leotards, the mirrored studio. Instead, L.A. Dance Workout, a new online fitness platform launching next month, uses the city’s hilltop trails, graffiti-tagged lots, and cathedral-like warehouses as the collective backdrop for a series of spirited, cinematic videos (an initial 30 are available on-demand with a $30 monthly subscription). Created in close collaboration with a number of the LADP company members, along…

In Maira Kalman’s 2007 book The Principles of Uncertainty, between paintings of a voluminously coiffed French aristocrat and a floral sofa deposited unceremoniously on a New York sidewalk, the author-artist addresses mortality. “Isn’t that the central premise of everything?” she writes in her trademark script. “It stops me dead in my tracks a dozen times a day. Do you think I remain frozen? No. I spring into action.” That impulse takes a particularly energetic turn this month, as a new collaboration with the choreographer John Heginbotham and his company, Dance Heginbotham, arrives at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. Borrowing the book’s title and its episodic structure—the author describes it as a “profusely illustrated” account of a year in her life—the dance-theater piece is a merging of two sly minds. (In…

In National Book Award–winner Jesmyn Ward’s viscerally beautiful Sing, Unburied, Sing (Scribner), we see twenty-firstcentury America through the unfettered gaze of a thirteen-year-old boy and his mother, whose odyssey across Mississippi takes on allegorical resonance. In Claire Messud’s The Burning Girl (Norton), the ruin of a nineteenth-century asylum stokes the imaginations of two small-town Massachusetts preteens, whose quicksilver alliance is fatally tested by adolescence and a culture in which there are too many ways for young women to disappear. An archival treasure hunt yields riches for the heart-worn young curator in Lucy Ives’s ultracharming fiction debut, Impossible Views of the World (Penguin Press), though it’s the author’s tart observations of present-day social pretensions that sparkle brightest. The fates of two children, one light-skinned, one dark, born to the same mother…

We live in interesting times—and in a country that lies at the heart of the progressive reordering of the world that’s happening today in every aspect of our lives. So when it came to recognizing our landmark anniversary, we were reminded that, really, there’s no place like home. America may have been celebrated all over the fall runways—in the ennobling of denim, in a heightened focus on quilting and patchworking, and in ruggedly gorgeous outerwear—yet our way of honoring our country has as much to do with its emotional landscape as its stylistic one. We’ve revisited many of the iconic women who’ve been featured on our pages in the past—and we see where life has taken them since. Their stories are their own, yet in their inspiring optimism and commitment…

August 1996 Gwyneth Paltrow, photographed by Steven Meisel. January 2017 Ruth Negga, photographed by Mario Testino. October 1992 Madonna, photographed by Steven Meisel. November 2011 Rooney Mara, photographed by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott. September 1991 Linda Evangelista, photographed by Arthur Elgort.…

PETER BEARD AND ARTHUR ELGORT: Beginnings In 1976, after I’d arrived in New York, aged 20, my very first modeling job was for Vogue. It was not, however, my first sitting; that happened a year or so earlier in Kenya. There, by chance, I made the acquaintance of the rakish photographer-cum-adventurer Peter Beard. When Peter proposed a photo session, though I could never have envisioned the trajectory it would set in motion, I could at least see negotiating a fee for the equivalent of my college tuition—and a deal was struck. Growing up in eastern Africa in the 1960s and ’70s, I could not have aspired to become a fashion model even if I’d wanted to: If they existed, news of their habits never reached me at boarding school. My…

GOSHA RUBCHINSKIY—the photographer turned designer behind the self-titled, provocative, and hugely popular skateinspired streetwear line that bears his name—is sitting at the bar of the 105-year-old Hotel Astoria in Saint Petersburg, Russia, hours before his spring 2018 runway show. It’s June, and a vaporous northern light shifts around the tables. In the lobby, gilded plaques frame the elevator banks, each engraved with the name of a famous past guest—Grigori Rasputin, Kylie Minogue, Rudy Giuliani, Luciano Pavarotti, Hillary Clinton, and Vladimir Putin constitute a small sampling. Rubchinskiy, 33, isn’t up there yet, but he makes a poignant correlation: “Tonight—and actually part of everything—is about long-ago memories. It’s about ghosts.” That soul-peeking sentiment is fitting for this somewhat shy man, who is one of the reasons for streetwear’s recent prevalence—and continued relevance—on…

In 2005, a little-known Danish restaurant called Noma earned its first Michelin star. That same year, a nineteen-year-old waitress, new on the job, found herself tasked with collecting linens from an upstairs storeroom. One of the kitchen staff, headed there himself, offered to show her the way. As the two rode in the elevator, she unspooled the same question that she had been asking others all week: “How long have you been here?” And René Redzepi, Noma’s visionary young chef, smiled at his future wife and said, “You’re joking, right? From the beginning.” Nadine Levy Redzepi, now a platinumhaired mother of three, lets out an easy laugh as she recounts that first flush (“I was completely pink!”). What began as a flirtation around a dozen perpetually reserved tables has evolved…

WHEN MICHAEL ROBERTS, THE DIRECTOR OF Manolo: The Boy Who Made Shoes for Lizards, asked the designer if he would agree to be the subject of a documentary, his friend replied, Yes, sure, of course— “as long as I don’t have to be in it!” But Roberts, a renowned fashion illustrator and editor whom Blahnik says he has known for “a hundred million years,” was persistent, and finally Blahnik caved. “I thought, Maybe my looks are fading; I better do it now,” he says, laughing and joking that on-screen he “looks like a Russian doll.” The film is an unconventional bio-doc that combines talking heads from the fascinating cast of characters Blahnik has consorted with over the last half century, with enchanting animations, staged reenactments, and interviews with the master…

It’s also known as tea length—because it was worn at dances where the drink of choice came with a slice of lemon, hold the sugar—and that name perfectly captures its appeal: bygone and romantic, but these days cut with the practical movability that women the world over need from their dressiest of dresses. It remains the perfect foil for cocktail rings, clutch purses, and high, high heels, but shhh—no one’s going to mind if you mix it up with sneakers or sturdy boots.…

If the evolution of big-night glamour has taught us anything over the last twelve-plus decades, it’s this: Thinking big is not always better. The floor-length evening dress that hugs the body close still looks just right, long after overblown ball gowns have bitten the dust of the dance floor. Nothing is better suited to lustrous fabrics, bejeweling, and beading, hair up or hair down. It’s a dress that speaks of the golden age of Hollywood, where it lit up the big screen—and it hasn’t been extinguished yet.…

No matter the season, face-framing eyebrows are always in fashion. Stretched out in a gestural swoop, pencil thin, or brushed up to look natural and downright unruly, they come in all shapes and sizes—and can be utterly character-making, with or without adornment. (Never underestimate the power of a punkish brow piercing.) For the underendowed, advancements in semipermanent and permanent tattooing techniques mean that big, beautiful brows are no longer a birthright. But fuller and darker aren’t always better: Bleached, totally blocked-out brows have had some of their finest moments in these hallowed pages.…

After more than two years of maintaining statecraft levels of secrecy, Pat Mc- Grath steps into a glass conference room in her Manhattan studio and snaps the curtains closed, fussing over the gossamer fabric to make sure her staff can’t peek inside. “No one has seen this yet,” she says giddily, unloading a series of tubes and compacts from a bejeweled Prada sac—a gift from Miuccia—onto two velvet-lined trays. It is an early morning in late May, a few days before the influential makeup artist will accept the Founder’s Award at the CFDA Awards, and a few weeks before she will fly to Paris to create a holographic crimson lip for Maison Margiela, a highlight of the fall couture calendar. Today’s reveal marks another milestone for Mc- Grath, one that…

As I rarely have the wherewithal for a blowout, the ribbon’s resurgence presents an interesting proposition. From Cannes to the fall runways—Philosophy di Lorenzo Serafini’s floppy bows, the taut ties at Rochas—to Rodarte’s spring offering, where satin snippets mingled with baby’s breath, the craft-store staple is the latest try-this-at-home trend. “It signifies some effort and gives style to even very simple hair,” says Guido Palau, who was behind the velvet loops at Tory Burch. But can it do the same for my frizzy curls? I decide to put Palau’s theory to the test. I begin with a pilgrimage to M&J Trimming, in Manhattan’s Garment District, which yields a haul of velvet, grosgrain, and French silk. For a Sunday-afternoon wedding, a stylist at John Barrett trusses a sleek ponytail with thick…

SITTING IN THE SHADE OF AN OIL-PALM GROVE IN northern Malaysian Borneo, Linella Pallai, 47, and her friend Trisar Sarigoh, 52, are describing what it was like before palm-oil mania swept their country. As children, the two women would gather fruit from the rain forest and fish from clear-running streams. But today, they tell me, the once-lush ecosystem feels like an endless sea of palm. They eat mostly processed food and are troubled by a dark haze that rolls in periodically from the Indonesian side of the island, where carbon-rich peatlands are burned to clear the land for new plantations. “Life here was very different,” Pallai acknowledges. These are just a few local consequences of the exploding global industry centered on the most versatile, least expensive vegetable oil in the…

Thanks to the ministrations of Macrene Alexiades, M.D., Ph.D., I have toned and tightened with twelve procedures and now bear an amazing resemblance to my Bush-era driver’s-license photo. Next up: tackling the spots that have accumulated on my forehead. Dr. Macrene proposes the Enlighten PICO Genesis. A new, nonthermal laser that uses ultrashort pulses to shatter pigment while firming and brightening, PICO requires no downtime—and is so painless that anesthetics are usually not required. Best of all, it can target the smallest spots, which older, hotter lasers passed over. In tandem with Dr. Macrene’s new Vbeam Perfecta pulsed-dye laser, I’ll banish my rosacea and broken capillaries, too. My skin grows creamier after just a single session, increasing my awareness of another area of discoloration—my teeth. In his Central Park office,…

In a famous photo shot by Horst P. Horst for Vogue in 1969, the highly glamorous society matron Pauline de Rothschild peeks into her bedroom. Inside: a chinoiserie symphony of fantastical jade-colored panels, teeming with flowering chrysanthemums and flittering sparrows. The legendary panels were last seen in a Parisian antiques shop; their current whereabouts are unknown. This month, however, de Gournay will release Salon Vert, a hand-painted re-creation of the pattern in wallpaper form that follows centuries-old techniques. “The result is wonderful,” says de Gournay director Hannah Cecil Gurney. “We should have done it decades ago!” DE GOURNAY’S SALON VERT WALLPAPER.…

“I was always interested in the idea that there is more to the world than what we can see,” says Celeste Ng. “The trick is to find your way in.” Set in the 1990s, in the author’s hometown of Shaker Heights, Ohio, a leafy, progressive-minded suburb, Ng’s second novel, Little Fires Everywhere (Penguin Press), takes unerring aim at upper-middleclass America’s blind spots. At the center of the novel is the Richardson family, who, in a show of liberal magnanimity, rents a property to a struggling artist, Mia, and her bright teenage daughter, Pearl. Soon, Pearl has befriended the Richardson children and is spending most of her free time at their house; meanwhile, the youngest Richardson, spiky, Doc Marten–wearing Izzy, finds a mentor in the bohemian Mia. But when a local…

Period movies used to be about the rich and powerful. Now they’re modeled on Upstairs Downstairs. Take Viceroy’s House, Gurinder Chadha’s sumptuously entertaining, if unreliable, story about the end of the Raj. Hugh Bonneville stars as Viceroy of India Lord Louis Mountbatten, who, along with his brainy wife, Edwina (Gillian Anderson), has been sent to Delhi to smooth India’s transition to independence. While the historical events are far too vast for 105 minutes, Chadha (Bend It Like Beckham) has a knack for tellingly vivid moments. In contrast, it’s the downstairs heroes who carry the day in Justin Chadwick’s Tulip Fever, set in seventeenth-century Amsterdam, when a single bulb could sell for a year’s wages. Alicia Vikander plays Sophia, who gets married off to a smug businessman (Christoph Waltz), then falls…

Behold, a miracle: Jennifer Lawrence, sitting still. It’s a warm evening in Los Angeles, and Lawrence and I are alongside a fire pit in the backyard of a Mediterranean-style home high in the hills, where the air smells of flowers, money, and the negligible carbon burned thoughtfully by electric cars. The chaos of Hollywood feels a zillion miles away. This is not Lawrence’s actual home. It’s a rental. Lawrence’s real home “broke” while she was away—a madcap story involving crystals and . . . well, let Lawrence tell it: “When I first moved in, the house was crystalled out—crystals everywhere, and geodes,” she explains. “And I was like, ‘Please get rid of these; I don’t want people to come over here and think I’m a crystal person.’ Not that there’s…

SAINT LAURENT BY ANTHONY VACCARELLO GLOVES, $2,690 Thanks to an oversize exposed zipper that runs up the arm, slipping these statementmaking gloves on and off won’t take but a minute. For Vaccarello, though, the time-saving considerations stopped there: As multiple artisans were called upon to perfect their shape, the gloves took three months to craft The result—rendered in an old-whiskey calfskin inspired by a buttery leather trench coat designed by Yves Saint Laurent himself and set off with a cloud of ecru shearling—is worth the wait. DIOR BAG AND SHOULDER STRAP Prints from the caves of Lascaux—along with California desertscapes—may have been Maria Grazia Chiuri’s primary inspirations for her first solo resort act at Dior, but shoulder bags with strong Western associations, featuring earth-toned beadwork, brought soul and spirit to…