Vogue Summer 2025

WE MOVED TO NEW YORK around the same time, Keith McNally and I. I met him at a restaurant called One Fifth, where he and his brother Brian were working—this was the late ’70s, downtown Manhattan. We were three Londoners finding our way, and we quickly became friends. Brian and I shared an apartment for a while, and I introduced him to my friend Anne, whom he would marry. Keith lived over on Thompson Street. We would all meet up, bonded by shared interests—a love of film and theater and, of course, restaurants. Keith and Brian were both restaurant people, though Keith seemed the less promising candidate to become an overwhelming success at it. He was eccentric, and had a caustic sense of humor. An enigma in a way, but…

Our Town The story “Nights Like These” (page 110), focused on all the fine and shimmery things you want to wear on a nice evening out (say, a festive shirt and jacket from Amiri and pants from Wales Bonner, to use Alton Mason’s look, above, as one example), sent photographer Daniel Arnold and fashion editor Julia Sarr-Jamois into the city streets. Braving a spot of spring rain, the two trailed a pack of merrymakers through a series of downtown hot spots, including the members-only club Chez Margaux, Restaurant Le B., and the Titsou Bar at Fouquet’s New York. All in a night’s work. Good-Natured “On approaching the house, the first thing that strikes you is the sea, the sounds, the expanse and open sky, and the vegetation.” So says photographer…

On the day after his elegant and wonderfully accessible fall-winter 2025 women’s show in March, Rick Owens could be found walking home from the Basilica of Saint Clotilde clutching some fragrant white jasmine he had plucked from nearby bushes. This is a church he visits often—alone, or with his longtime assistant Anna-Philippa Wolf (a.k.a. AL) and her baby—and that he considers “an extension of my house, part of my life here in Paris…a perfect little place.” Owens himself is not religious, but he likes a church, or the idea of a church. “At its best, it is a place where people come together to form a system of living for taking care of each other,” he says, and then repeats: “At its best.” He specifically loves Saint Clotilde because it…

I used to think a grown woman could care for her face with her own two hands, but then the Clarisonic was invented to disabuse me of such notions. It was 2004, and I was a middle schooler who believed there was no problem astringent toner couldn’t solve. It would be decades before the advent of $2,700 at-home lasers and multipronged microcurrent devices that promised to “retrain the Golgi tendon.” The most advanced grooming instrument I owned was a flatiron. I saved up for the Clarisonic, as did a lot of other women and girls. It became so popular it was at one point sold in more than 50 countries. I used it with fervor, like a ritual object that might hasten transformation. The Clarisonic—humming, oscillating, exhuming dirt in the…

When Miuccia Prada reached out to her friend Catherine Martin and suggested that they collaborate on a capsule collection for Miu Miu, Martin immediately thought of the graceful, supremely sporty, sometimes slightly androgynous fashions you might have seen in the South of France in the 1920s. “It was this idea of the world between the wars,” Martin muses. “You have a lot of expatriate artists like the Fitzgeralds going to live on the Riviera because it was inexpensive, and the weather was beautiful, and you got to escape to a more hedonistic place where lots of things were possible.” Martin, a much-lauded costume and production designer (four Academy Awards! six BAF TAs! a Tony!), has been escaping the rules for decades. She had also worked with Prada before—on costumes for…

When sisters Negar and Negin Mirsalehi were growing up outside of Amsterdam, honey was “used for just about everything,” says Negin. They lived on a bee farm their father established in the 1980s, and the product soothed throats, sweetened teas, dressed scrapes, and “kept my hair smooth and shiny,” says Negin, who bottled her own honey-based hair oil a decade ago for her brand, Gisou. Negar, “beekeeper in chief,” now tends the hives, while Negin develops Gisou’s oils, balms, and hair masks. Honey’s healing power was documented by thousand-year-old Sumerian, Egyptian, and Chinese writings; Hippocrates recommended a pain-relieving blend. More than two millennia later, manuka honey is widely celebrated for its antibiotic properties. There are topical benefits as well. Rich in polyphenols, honey has anti-inflammatory and protective traits: One 2020…