Timothée Chalamet and Lily-Rose Depp Are the Newest Style Couple to Watch

When you think stylish couples, you think of the obvious duos: J-Rod for their matching everything, Priyanka Chopra and Nick Jonas for their more polished, coordinated efforts. But step aside, folks: there’s a new twosome in town. Newly-linked stars Timothée Chalamet and Lily-Rose Depp (ah, young love) have been spotted stepping out with each other more and more. And to end the year on a high note, they re-appeared in Paris today wearing their most fashion-minded ensembles yet.

Chalamet looked to retro outerwear to complete his look. The actor, who was by far one of the best-dressed men in Hollywood this year, referenced the graphic neon colors of the 1980s with a windbreaker that was fun, colorful, and so reminiscent of the streetwear pieces dominating the market today. He styled the statement item with skinny black jeans, chunky white dad sneakers, and black sunglasses for a cool finish. As for Depp, she looked to a warm—but on-trend!—puffer coat in black, with a red turtleneck peeking out underneath. She wore it with classic stonewash jeans, a sleek crossbody bag, and on-the-go sneakers. Every new coupling needs a signature—theirs may just be killer fashion sense, too.

How to Prevent Red, Blotchy Winter Skin That Looks Like a Rorschach Test

The rush of skiing down mountainsides and skating across snow-covered ice ponds results in the kind of flushed cheeks most women welcome whole-heartedly. The dry, reddened, irritated skin that comes with braving urban wind tunnels and deep freeze mornings, on the other hand, is another story—symptoms of a frigid winter to be avoided at all costs. “Redness [occurs] because our bodies are trying to heat themselves, bringing blood close to the surface of the skin and dilating capillaries,” explains New York City dermatologist Gervaise Gerstner, M.D. And while youthful skin can bounce back from an aggravated flare up a few minutes after stepping in from the cold, she continues, capillaries don’t close as quickly with age.

Fortunately, there are a few easy steps to preventing and curing the seasonal syndrome. Preventative measures can be taken in the form of covering sensitive skin with a cotton scarf when heading outdoors. “Wool and cashmere can irritate the area around your mouth,” says Gerstner. Daily applications of blood vessel–narrowing topicals such as prescription Mirvaso will also help avoid visible reactions—but, according to Gerstner, they’re temporary. “The redness will be back in twelve hours.”

Weather aside, additional irritants may be hiding in your makeup bag or diet. When redness becomes a persistent problem, Gerstner advises avoiding alcohol “in your face wash, toners, and makeup”—as well as one too many glasses of wine—because it naturally contributes to dilating your vessels. “Certain foods also cause redness, especially spicy meals, cheese, and contact with common allergy triggers like mango rinds.”

When faced with a sudden flare-up, the simplest solution is to regulate your temperature as quickly as possible. “Try to warm up your cheeks [if you’re very cold], or, if you’re hot from a sauna, switch to ice water.” Skin care products featuring ingredients like soothing colloidal oatmeal, chamomile, or rose extract can also calm irritation. “I apply By Terry’s Baume de Rose to my chin when it’s chapped—it’s essentially a more elegant Aquaphor,” says Gerstner, who also favors washing her face with hydrating oils in the colder months in place of stripping detergents.

Escapist Spy Thriller Deutschland 86 Breaks the Curse of the Second Season

Second seasons are tricky. Remember when The Wire went to the docks? Remember when there was an actual murder on Friday Night Lights? How many of us got through that second season of True Detective? Or The Handmaid’s Tale? Or Westworld? A show can find its footing on its sophomore outing—I’d say The Deuce is doing well. Better Call Saul has gotten better with every season; The Crown season two was a crowd-pleaser. But those feel like exceptions. I’m still slogging my way through a slow-paced second season of Ozark, which has made much less of a splash this time around. When the novelty goes, so does a certain level of audience indulgence.

But here’s a second season I’m excited about: Deutschland 86, a period spy drama from Germany that begins airing on Sundance TV on October 25. You’d be forgiven for never having heard of it. The first season, Deutschland 83, came out way back in the summer of 2015 (what an innocent time!) and felt like a discovery, a brightly colored, zippily paced show about a fresh-faced East German spy infiltrating West Berlin in 1983. Its star, Jonas Nay, was irresistibly appealing as Martin Rauch—a youthful sandy-haired Communist with a stubbornly ethical streak, who is adored by the capitalist ladies—and the period details were spot on, as was the soundtrack, with Peter Schilling’s ’80s anthem “Major Tom” opening each episode with a retro kick. Lightweight Le Carré! Who doesn’t want that?

Fast-forward three years and the streaming services are now awash in European television, and the novelty factor on Deutschland has certainly ebbed, but a preview of the first four episodes of the new season hooked me. Deutschland is still delightfully escapist, with a higher production budget this time around, giving the show a globe-trotting spin. We begin in 1986, in apartheid-era South Africa, where the East Germans are attempting to raise money for their impoverished regime through shady arms deals. Martin has been exiled to Angola, where he works in an orphanage, but it’s not long before his spy chief aunt Lenora Rauch (Maria Schrader, so German) has recruited him to help her in Cape Town. By the second episode, Martin is in bed with a West German diplomat’s wife, Brigitte Winkelmann (Lavinia Wilson, gorgeous), and then zipping off to Libya with a mercenary. From there, it’s Paris and East and West Berlin—the plotting is both complex and breezy, and everything has a slightly bent sensibility that feels wonderfully German. Here’s another show that couldn’t work with an American cast. Leave it to the Europeans to thread the needle between ridiculous and riveting.

The colors are bright, the music is ear candy (Salt-N-Pepa, Falco, the Cure), and if the improbabilities pile up a bit high, you don’t mind. Deutschland offers a quality in short supply on prestige TV: fun. (P.S. The first season is available on Hulu if you want to get caught up, but there’s nothing lost in diving straight in with 86.)

Kendall Jenner Gives a Bossy Spin to Next Season’s Signature Shade

First it was Amal Clooney at the royal wedding, then it was Queen Rania of Jordan last week in Amman, and earlier today in Paris, Kendall Jenner solidified canary yellow as next season’s most compelling shade. Jenner sat out the shows in New York but made her return in London on Riccardo Tisci’s debut Burberry catwalk, and has since sashayed on the Missoni, Moschino, and Versace runways in Milan. And today, Jenner proved her magic touch extended onto the streets in a directional take on the traditional trouser suit.

Jenner’s House of Holland version appeared to take cues from the easy polish ushered in by the model’s friend Virgil Abloh at Louis Vuitton. The skinny silhouette benefited from a waist-defining tonal ribbon belt and extended sleeves, which nodded towards eastern influences. Cropped cigarette trousers lent an elongating effect, while marigold satin kitten heel sandals grounded Jenner’s look with feminine flourish.

Dua Lipa Celebrates Her Birthday in Ibiza With 2 Drastically Different Looks

Dua Lipa turns 23 today, and yet she wears fashion with the confidence of someone twice her age. She has no trouble taking to the stage in a sharp suit and pulls off fabrics to resemble your grandmother’s outdated home decor with aplomb—not to mention outfits on the more sexy end of the spectrum—think, a skintight, multicolored bodysuit.

That said, Lipa isn’t afraid to express her more playful side, as she just did while celebrating her birthday in Ibiza this week. The British singer went from holding balloons in a sweet and summery lilac polka-dot set to dancing with her friends in an ensemble fit for the hard-partying island. She opted for a green wig and a sequined, Champagne-color bodysuit that she layered underneath a black leather bra. Last but not least, she finished off the look with some heavy-duty cyberpunk boots. Lipa may be a year older, but she still clearly knows how to dress with a certain childlike glee.

How the Late ’90s Saved My Style

I’ve always had a love for ’90s style, but my obsession took on a greater significance after my mother suffered a health emergency and was admitted to the hospital in January of this year. I was overwhelmed, unable to handle the shock of seeing my mom in immense pain. My wardrobe, meanwhile, fell into an athleisure shibah limbo. I wore a steady uniform of spandex to visit her, bringing two pairs when I knew I’d be sleeping on my friend’s couch nearby.

During that time, my typical modes of distraction like Instagram, texting, and random Wikipedia deep dives—not to mention the unrelenting stampede of news—were anything but soothing. Instead, I found myself hovering in the past, searching the Vogue archives, an easy and fascinating place to get lost in. I’d leave the hospital at night and enter my alternate universe, a sweet spot of a sweet decade that started in 1996 and ended in 1999. Alone, scanning pages about the rise of slip skirts and the beginnings of the first non-flip phones, I was transported to a place where I could ultimately breathe easier. The style was simpler, sure, but it was also a simpler time.

There were countless mentions of Gucci, but not the one we know today. It was Tom Ford’s sexed-up label that possessed an air of skanky cool, as in a sleeveless top that dipped so low it might reveal a nipple—this, long before the nipple was officially freed on Instagram. Sex appeal wasn’t manufactured for likes, but rather, it felt loose, almost accidental. Tech, too, was blissfully unrecognizable. In one advertisement series from a May 1998 issue, supermodel Niki Taylor dressed up as six personalities to go with six different color Nokias. Taylor went from a leopard print–wearing rocker, a shearling-loving bohemian character, to my favorite, a no-fuss woman whose off-duty look consisted of jeans, a black tank, and a bare-bones navy blue mobile phone—on which email access would have been unimaginable, and unnecessary.

But what did I actually know about the late ’90s? I was probably around 8 or 9 (likely hacking off the hair of a troll doll somewhere) when easy tank tops and Nokias were all the rage. Still, my most vivid fashion memories still belong to those years. I recall the stack of Vogue magazines underneath my mother’s bed. I’d flip through them while half-watching a grainy black-and-white television the size of a small house cat, complete with retractable antenna tail. At the time, my mom looked like the women in the magazines, too: severe but beautiful, wisp-thin with a shock of inky black hair. Even when she picked me up after school (late, as always), she was usually dressed in a slip skirt and black going-out top (even though it was usually nearing 5:00 p.m.) and clicked her consignment store–bought Italian boots along the school hallways. Her trendy bag of choice had a tiny side pouch made for a cell phone. I don’t remember who made it but at the time, they were all the rage. Helmut Lang made one. Nine West had a denim incarnation. The funny thing is that back then, my mother didn’t even have a cell phone to put in the pocket. Instead, she put her lipstick in there, or sample-size tubes of perfume.

After my mom was released from the hospital, I came back to New York a blank slate. I couldn’t go back to my garish rhinestone T-shirts sourced from Eastern European bazaars. It was too much, both style-wise and mentally. Instead, a pared-back aesthetic—and mind-set—began seeping into my wardrobe and life. I started scouring runway images of Tom Ford–era Gucci, original Helmut Lang, and Versus Versace for inspiration. My wardrobe became a riff on Gwyneth Paltrow’s character in Sliding Doors. (I became so obsessed with the look that I interviewed the costume designer of the film, too.)

My uniform now consists of low-slung pinstripe trousers, a pair of thong heels, and a Tom Ford–era Gucci tank with leather straps. I found that piece on Etsy, and while it was totally out of my price range, I imagined it oh-so-perfectly fitting this less-is-more mood that I craved. You only live once, I thought. Just buy it. My mom, who has made a full recovery, approves.

Queen Letizia of Spain Has a Posh Alternative to the Summer Shirtdress

Queen Letizia of Spain has had a busy start to summer. Last week saw her visit the United States with her husband, King Felipe VI, on a tour of former Spanish colonies in celebration of their 300th anniversary, and she met with Melania Trump at the White House (in a Michael Kors dress previously sported in another color by the American First Lady).

Today in Benidorm, Spain, Her Majesty took a different tack with her wardrobe, leading the celebration for International Deafblind Day in a ladylike alternative to the shirtdress that took cocktail dressing into daytime.

Queen Letizia often gravitates towards tailored top-and-skirt combos—to greet the President and First Lady of Ukraine she opted for florals, for the Banco Santander Social Projects Awards it was a color block Boss leather skirt—but today’s approach was more dressed up than usual.

Victoria Beckham Suits Up After the Royal Wedding

Victoria Beckham brought her signature pout (and a Dior Homme–clad David) to the royal wedding, but earlier today at Scott’s restaurant in London, the designer was all smiles. Beckham has expanded her resume yet again to include landscape architect, as she (and floral designer Flora Starkey) celebrated the opening of Scott’s summer terrace, which features their lush garden designs. And Beckham dressed for the occasion and embraced her green thumb in an emerald suit.

Beckham has often played with menswear, offsetting tuxedo jackets with Elizabethan blouses or cutting traditionally mannish wools in more fitted silhouettes. Today’s approach focused on rich color with Beckham amping up the garden vibes in a saturated forest green wide-leg trouser suit. Her tailored blouse acted as the ladylike foil, while her accessories were similarly streamlined—a gold pendant necklace, an envelope clutch in tobacco, and Beckham’s signature Céline shades.

How Will Scandal Say Goodbye to Olivia Pope?

After seven action-packed seasons, Shonda Rhimes’ D.C.-centric series, Scandal, is coming to an end. Though the show, which first debuted in 2012, has seen its ups and downs over the years, when it first aired, it was a revelation. This was largely due to its choice of protagonist, a character who reflected the identity and chops of its creator: Olivia Pope, a Washington “fixer” who came onto the scene already equipped with immense political influence and stature, and who was played to perfection by Kerry Washington. While the role was loosely based on real-life crisis manager Judy Smith— an aide who served in the administration of former President George H.W. Bush— Olivia Pope seemed to wield far more power than not only her real life counterpart, but everyone else on the Hill, too. “I am very good at what I do. I am better than anyone else,” Pope famously tells the show’s dapper President Grant, whom she spends considerable time talking down to throughout the show and who is also in love with her: “And that is not arrogance, that is a fact.”

If Shondaland’s Washington has been anyone’s personal playground over the last six years, it’s been Olivia Pope’s. From the offices of her own crisis firm, Olivia Pope & Associates— home to several lovable, reformed and occasionally felonious misfits who, as her “gladiators,” collectively champion her mission to “wear the white hat” and seek justice for citizens embroiled in scandal— to the Oval Office itself, viewers have watched the evolution of a well-dressed force of nature as she’s inched closer and closer to the presidency with the resolve of a woman scorned. She assumed the helm of a secret intelligence unit operating outside the bounds of the federal government to “protect the Republic,” whatever that means; she assassinated the president of a fake Middle Eastern country because he was distracting the attention of the show’s first woman president (an historic moment that provided a little salve for embittered fans when our own first female candidate failed to win in real time). And while wins like that election have come at the cost of her darkening moral fortitude, there’s always been a reason to cheer her on. Maybe it's because, for all her bravado, she has always been an unrelenting advocate for the underdog. Or maybe it’s very simply that despite all the unforgivable things she’s done— Vanity Fair even annotated Scandal's killing spree last Fall— she remains unshaken, even when the odds have always been, in every way, stacked against her.

But now we find ourselves in 2018, telling the stories of increasingly diverse characters with increasingly complex identities— ethnic, cultural, sexual, and gender-based— on primetime television. Scandal is no longer the most pioneering, or forward thinking show, or even that much of an anomaly. And that’s a good thing— Rhimes, who recently gave an interview to Deadline about the series’ finale, admitted as much, saying that she hopes that the show has “made a dent” in changing the portrayal of minority groups onscreen. “Now it feels very normal and obvious that female characters can be anti-heroes,” she said. “It feels normal and obvious that women of color can lead the shows. So hopefully that is something that this show has done.”

As for specific details about what will go down in its final chapter, Rhimes said only that “I have no way of describing the finale”, but that it will be “the end of the story;” that writing the episode made her cry, and that she is “Team Olivia.” And for fans holding out hope for a future reboot of the show, you can forget it. “Scandal is done,” she confirmed.

Though Scandal's plot line ends here, its legacy— the first series to introduce a black female lead to network drama after a nearly 40-year hiatus, its ability to work in narratives that also made considerable efforts to spotlight LGBTQ, and women-focused stories— will certainly live on, and that is something to celebrate. "We've created a world in which we've stopped seeing these characters on televisions and it's a magical anomaly that they're there," said Rhimes. "Getting to be a three-dimensional character on television isn't something that only happens to white people."

Zsa Zsa Gabor’s Vintage Bling and Hermès Bag Are Up for Auction

Hungarian-born actress and socialite Zsa Zsa Gabor was known for her diamond-dripping, come-hither style. (She was also married nine times.) Gabor died on December 18, 2016 at 99. Now, nearly 1,000 items from her estate will go to the Hello Dah-lings auction by Heritage Auctions in Beverly Hills on April 14. Gabor’s collection includes over-the-top pieces such as a 104-piece Moët Imperial Champagne set (bottles still unopened!), a saddle gifted to her by Ronald Reagan, and a 1927 Steinway piano from her third husband George Sanders. There’s also a bit of the late actress’s wardrobe. In the mix is a bedazzled ivory evening gown from the 1980s and an Hermès Etrusque Porosus crocodile bag. A similar bag, once owned by Charlie Chaplin’s last wife, sold at Christie’s for almost $20,000.

Although a crocodile bag is nothing to shrug at, Gabor’s jewelry is the real highlight. Her bijoux have always been memorable: Her 66-carat diamond necklace, designed by Harry Winston, sold for a little under $1.3 million last December. As she once told The Observer, “I never hated a man enough to give him diamonds back.” This time, a chunky costume rhinestone and faux emerald necklace—which appeared on the cover of her 1970 advice book How to Catch a Man, How to Keep a Man, How to Get Rid of a Man—is up for grabs. Another accessory to keep an eye on? The ’70s-era phrase-plate rhinestone necklace of Gabor’s that spells out “Dah-ling,” which was how Gabor addressed nearly everyone. Looks like the great woman’s glamour is enjoying quite the afterglow.

Emily Ratajkowski Spices Up a Cozy Coat With Red-Hot Boots

Emily Ratajkowski is having a good winter full of statement coats and grandma-chic Prada cardigans paired with lucite heels. Last night in New York, she unveiled another unexpectedly bold look, built atop a pair of smoking red boots.

The red shoe has been resurgent of late — seen on actresses like Dakota Johnson and Sienna Miller, models like Gigi Hadid and Lily-Rose Depp, and girls-about-town like Olivia Palermo. Ratajkowski chose to highlight her Aquazurra red boots by wearing them with a sheared coat in a slightly clashing shade of burnt sienna. Tying the look together was a chain-link shoulder bag by her one of her favorite labels, Prada.