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CHLOE MALLE
HEAD OF EDITORIAL CONTENT, VOGUE U.S.
@CHLOEMALLE
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CHLOE MALLE
HEAD OF EDITORIAL CONTENT, VOGUE U.S.
@CHLOEMALLE
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Hello from somewhere over Utah, as I fly home from the Dior Cruise show in Los Angeles! It’s been a big week: I recovered from the Met, took a cross-coastal jaunt, and am looking ahead to two big New York resort shows.
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“No Dior, No Dietrich”
I grew up in Los Angeles, so it always feels like a strange treat to stay at a hotel when I visit. This week, for example, Dior put press up at the Peninsula and I was thrilled to have 48 hours there to myself. The night we arrived, Dior hosted a delightful dînatoire at the historic Chaplin Studios, Charlie Chaplin’s original film studio, later taken over by A&M Records and then the Jim Henson Company (the restrooms have silhouettes of Miss Piggy and Kermit on the doors). They served caviar Frito pies, mini “Dior dogs,” and had a sundae bar where I spent a large portion of my evening. Meanwhile, inside the soundstage, Hitchcock’s Stage Fright was projected with the sound fed through a trio of vintage Cadillacs. Vanity Fair editor Mark Guiducci reminded me that one of its stars, Marlene Dietrich, had it in her contract that if Dior did not do her costumes, she would not play ball, writing, “No Dior, No Dietrich.” (For anyone Dietrich-curious, I highly recommend her daughter Maria Riva’s sharp, illuminating 1992 biography of her mother.)
The following evening, on the sinuous concrete ground floor of the new David Geffen Galleries at LACMA, Dior attendees received show notes in the form of a script, alluding at once to Dietrich’s reliance on the house and, in a way, Jonathan Anderson’s own work as a costume designer, mostly for his friend Luca Guadagnino. I’ll never forget interviewing Jonathan for the podcast when Queer came out, and hearing him talk about sourcing vintage underwear from the 1950s for Daniel Craig.
But the collection was fantastic, filled with gasp-inducing dresses and other covetable—but wearable—pieces (my favorite were the gauzy California poppy petals hanging from hems and fringed on skirts). There was a studied loucheness to it that felt very old Hollywood, and the house collaborated with both Ed Ruscha (on a series of printed plaid men’s shirts saying, for example, “Says I, To Myself, Says I”) and Philip Treacy (on coiled feather fascinators reading DIOR and BUZZ; Margaux Anbouba had the exclusive interview on them).
The front row included everyone from Al Pacino to Sabrina Carpenter, Celine Song to Miley Cyrus. Then, after the show, we were allowed to walk through the galleries, which are wonderfully freewheeling and inviting (Etruscan pottery—not behind glass—around the corner from a Matisse mosaic!).
I was barely on Californian soil for 48 hours, but to be honest, it was the Mother’s Day gift I needed—love my children as I do. Speaking of: for Mother’s Day, I gifted my mother and Alice matching sheep-embroidered pajamas from Sea New York, and I got myself and Alice pajamas from Petite Plume. I got strep immediately after the Met, so evening PJs were a staple of our weekend!
Pope Leo
Can you believe it’s been a year since white smoke inaugurated the era of the American pope? As far as heartthrob Leos go, I’ll take His Holiness over DiCaprio any day. To celebrate the anniversary, Anna Cafolla wrote an ode to his papal style; don’t forget that his White Sox hat and Gammarelli socks landed him on our best dressed list last year!
Elephant in the Arena
Everyone is talking about the Knicks’ playoff prowess—and we are thrilled for them!—but it’s also the start of WNBA season. To mark the occasion, Vogue favorite Ellie the Elephant, the New York Liberty mascot, channeled Whitney Houston for the opening game. Audrey Noble got the exclusive.
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Cannes Do
We barely blinked after the Met was done and dusted before launching into two weeks of Cannes coverage, but it’s my favorite red carpet of the year! A few days in, I am won over by jury member Ruth Negga’s glamorous looks, like the Dietrich-esque white satin Celine suit she wore on opening day. It’s also been fun to see how different directors dress for photocalls. We learned that fellow jury member Chloé Zhao no longer works with a stylist, instead collaborating directly with designers on all of her looks.
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Frieze!
The Frieze Art Fair has arrived at the Shed, and Max Berlinger and Amir Hamja captured the street style at the VIP preview.
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New Neue
In other breaking art news, the Neue Galerie, one of my favorite art institutions in New York for both its Schieles and its Sachertortes, is becoming part of the Met Museum. (I can’t wait to see what this means for both.) Its most famous work may be Klimt’s sumptuous Woman in Gold, which Gracie Abrams recently referenced with her Chanel look at the Met.
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Whimsical Purses
Summer is the best time for whimsical purses. Whether they’re in unusual materials or embellished for evening, I love that they’re a little bit impractical! Our Shopping team chose some great ones here.
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Detectives Great and Small
I am desperate to see The Sheep Detectives, but when Artie and I tried to go last Sunday it was sold out (never underestimate Upper West Siders). I now hope to go this weekend, but in the interim I loved reading Anna Lee’s dream casting of voices for some of our favorite internet animals, like Chonkers the robust sea lion.
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No Bones About It
I have been at two dinners recently where women my age bemoaned their bone health; one was even diagnosed with osteopenia (the precursor to osteoporosis). So I read Alice Gregory’s personal quest to strengthen her bones with interest—I now worry I need a DXA scan!
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