A silk scarf is the only thing you own that can moonlight as a belt, a skirt, a top, and a headscarf — and still spend most of its life balled up at the back of a drawer, profoundly unfulfilled. This summer, let’s put it to work. And it has rarely been a better time to bother: the scarf is everywhere this season, and the one you keep reaching for can do the work of a whole shelf of accessories. Most of what follows assumes silk, though nearly all of it works in a cotton bandana too — I’ll point out where the fabric changes the rules. We’ll open with the newest trick of the season and wind back to...
The 2026 Cannes Film Festival just wrapped, and for me the real headline wasn’t a single film — it was Demi Moore. Jury duty handed her a brutal assignment: two or three looks a day, nearly two weeks straight, every one of them photographed from forty angles. Most people would survive it. She threw a party. Watching her style keep shifting and sharpening, watching her so plainly enjoy the whole circus — that’s the most fun I’ve had with a red carpet in a long time.
My favorite of the run was the polka-dot Jacquemus.
A pair of jeans that aren’t jeans. That’s what Matthieu Blazy debuted at his first Chanel show earlier this year — silk mousseline, stitched and dyed to look exactly like worn-in indigo denim, but as weightless as a curtain in an open window. Margot Robbie wore the originals to Chanel’s Fall 2026 show in Paris this March. A few weeks later, Bhavitha Mandava arrived at the Met Gala in a custom version that took roughly 250 atelier hours to make. The conceit was brilliant. Take the most ordinary, hardest-working thing in a wardrobe — denim, the textbook definition of a workhorse fabric — and reimagine it as something light, breathable, almost imaginary. Make the rugged thing tender. That idea is...
Tomorrow I turn 38. Usually in this space I write about flattering colors and the styles that suit your body — all the fun stuff. Today I want to write about something different. Something more personal, maybe even a little intimate. Something I’ve been wanting to say for a while, and a birthday feels like the right occasion.
Early in Sophia Loren’s career, she was told her nose would hold her back — too long, too prominent, too Roman. She declined to fix it. She became one of the most photographed women of the twentieth century anyway. The nose stayed where it was. Looking at the photographs now, it’s hard to imagine the face working without it.
Today she might have booked the consultation.
Rhinoplasty has gotten cheaper. The surgeons advertise on Instagram now, and every feed I scroll has the evidence on it. The same lifted brow. The same cheek filler. The same small, soft, slightly upturned nose. Hundreds of women slowly becoming one woman.
