Vogue January 2022

I’M SO THRILLED OLIVIA WILDE is on our cover—a familiar face for a new year. In fact, when I first saw Annie Leibovitz’s otherworldly pictures of her from Palm Springs, which is the setting for her highly under wraps new film, Don’t Worry Darling, I had a sense of déjà vu. I immediately thought of Vogue’s many other portraits of Olivia, and especially the last time she was photographed—wonderfully—by Annie, with her children, for us in 2018. One of the pleasures of this job is returning to subjects and tracking the way their lives have changed. Olivia is a woman who began her career relatively young, on television—an early role was on The O.C., as our writer Alexandra Schwartz recalls in her profile—and then proved herself as a significant acting…

On Location: Jordan “It was important for Eddie and me to shoot this story on location, and for that location to be tied into a wider climate conversation,” says Poppy Kain, a fashion director at British Vogue and the editor behind “World to the Wise” (page 68), a portfolio featuring the work of 10 designers focused on sustainability. So she and photographer Eddie Wrey headed to the salt flats of the Dead Sea, a site under imminent danger due to climate change. (At present, scientists say it’s shrinking at a rate of three-plus feet per year.) It was also a plainly beautiful backdrop for beautiful clothing, and to cap off a glorious two-day shoot Kain, Wrey, models Imaan Hammam and He Cong, and the rest of their group enjoyed a…

I spent the first pandemic fall living alone in a mobile home park by the beach in Malibu, where leathery older men watered their small patches of lawn and I learned to drive a golf cart—the local form of transport—to and from the supermarket. It often broke down and had to be pushed, but I have never driven a car, and so it still felt like freedom. I had a funny feeling of peace as I looked out on the Pacific Coast Highway, as if these were my last days of silence and I should burrow in as deep as I could. I napped a lot to the sound of speeding cars and held my dog to my chest, engaging in an ornate fantasy that we were the last women…

THE SPA AT ONE&ONLY MANDARINA, RIVIERA NAYARIT, MEXICO Among the impressive nods to low impact architecture at One & Only’s Pacific Coast location is the layout of its 27,000-square-foot spa, which was designed around a large higuera blanca (white fig tree). Like the rest of the property’s 105 freestanding villas that have been built into the bluffs or sit above the tree canopy on stilts, the spa, which is situated in a volcanic rock garden, follows the natural landscape utilizing local clay, cumaru wood, and stone extracted from the site itself. Much of its menu has been designed in homage to the healing traditions of the area’s indigenous Cora and Huichol cultures, including its main attraction: a traditional temazcal. The Mayan sweat lodge combines medicinal herbs, heat, steam, and copal…

Patou’s Guillaume Henry has the most magical way of talking about deadstock materials: In his world, they’re not dead at all—they are merely “sleeping.” And in a fairy-tale kind of way, with the launch of his first bag for the house, Le Patou, the creative director has awakened entire warehouses full of luscious, if dormant, leather. “Leather is like a beautiful chair—it’s precious,” Henry says. “And the quality of these leathers is beautiful.” Henry worked with whatever was at hand, which means Le Patou will only be available in limited numbers: forty-five of the poppy red bags versus 120 of the black, say. (Regardless, though: They all retail for $1,250.) The design of Le Patou itself (the definite article, le, is deliberate: “It’s the only one,” Henry says. “We are…

AT THE LASER & SKIN Surgery Center of New York on an overcast fall day, I am shivering in a tiny paper thong while a medical team photographs the cellulite on my thighs. Harsh overhead lighting has been installed to better highlight every dent and divot. Click. “There’s a lot above her knees,” notes a nurse. The team nods and murmurs. I’m told to rotate to the left. Click. “Great!” the nurse says brightly. “Can you turn around so we can see your buttocks?” I’ve been to a fair amount of photo shoots over the years. This is decidedly the least glamorous. My cellulite has always bothered me, but never enough to do anything about it. There’s a certain level of camaraderie in the fact that up to 90 percent…