Fashion

Any minute now she'll be back, hair in her hand, beads of sand trailing behind her. Nothing weighs more than normalcy. But until then she is soaring, unchained if only for an afternoon, salty.

When seen through the artist Francesco Clemente’s eyes, Saint Laurent’s Spring/Summer 2025 collection is saturated and expressionistic.

The sun peters out, and the moon rises pale in the soft blue sky. These final, liminal moments are hers for the taking. She idles in rich leathers and fake furs, slips silk under suits: a send-off for the daytime. Light glows softly, and minutes linger like fragrance on her collar until dusk settles in. Alone at last.

Each day, she transforms herself anew: a bird of paradise, a gemstone, a gilded queen. With a stroke of Rouge Dior, a smudge of gold Diorshow 5 Couleurs in 539 Grand Bal, and an iridescent powder of Dior Forever, she continually reinvents. No time to linger, always somewhere to go. All that glitters: She is a magnet. She’s the show.

Nine contemporary artists have re-envisioned Gucci’s silk scarves, offering fresh takes on the house’s nearly seven-decade history.

We are bouncing off the walls. Swinging, twisting, ricocheting until I am you and you are me. Yes, we’ve become one another—not mere duplications but something more, shape-shifting over and over until inertia forces us to fall.

Vince’s New York City flagship debuts on Madison Avenue with an architectural interior and a new, tactile way to shop.

Getting dressed can be its own kind of sacred music—this rings true in Grace Wales Bonner’s debut women’s collection.

Alexa Chung defined the pop-culture imaginary with an intoxicating recipe of looks, charisma, and wit that transcended the self, spinning into a sort of infinity persona all its own. It’s a two-and-a-half-decade spell that she’s not afraid to break.

Kering names Demna as Gucci’s next artistic director after a decade of domination at Balenciaga.

Wait for no one. Dress up but don’t make any plans. Let subway stations, populous streets, dimly lit bars, and holy neons keep you company as you yield yourself to the night. Cling on to faraway scents like lakes and forests and wildflowers in your heart, but never forget: Being alone feels good in a city like this.

A frisson is in the air, a collision between two halves. At the center is Joan Smalls with a force that is both celestial and deeply human.

In Paris, a first-of-its-kind exhibition at the Louvre unites fashion and art history within its storied walls.

The brand’s collaboration with Apple marks its return to Paris Fashion Week—filmed entirely with the latest iPhone technology.

Sunrise to midnight. Uptown to downtown. New York to Paris. Time fades for us all, ostensibly, yet somehow a certain euphoria still persists. It’s in the way the perfect Ralph Lauren coat floats off the shoulder with a simple rib-knit sweater peacefully layered underneath. Or a crisp dress shirt collar pokes out of a ’70s vintage staple. Neutrals, leathers, and wool. Our favorite pieces from before live on anew, enveloping us as we navigate crowded sidewalks, duck into passageways, and linger still in thought.

Lead with wisdom, trust your intuition, and embrace charm this Lunar New Year, also known as the Year of the Little Dragon.

We don’t have to travel far to fulfill our fantasies. They awaken in the tight corners of home, springing forth in the wonderous moonlight. Exotic keepsakes from afar spill out of our closets and bloom into imagination. Slip them on, and those places become ours, too.

The Louis Vuitton x Murakami re-edition Chapter One is available for a limited time at an immersive pop-up in New York.

As his menswear brand finds its stride, designer Julian Louie anchors his extravagance in sustainable practices and gorgeous materials.

Months of coastal daydreams give way to the real thing. Salty, wet, and sun-drenched, there is something in the air. Surfers kick up sand, and sunbathers line the shore halfway between Rome and Naples. Days simmer into nights. A single moment rolls into the next, until the air begins to chill. The words on everyone’s lips: A l’estate prossima.

Shoulder-high grass shoots up from the rocky crag, hinting at treasures within. Push forward, duck under, dip into the creek below. Emerge with traces, mud-flecked and reborn.