🎙️Today on the Back Row podcast: People’s special projects editor Andrea Lavinthal joined me to discuss the evolution of the magazine’s “World’s Most Beautiful” (which just came out featuring Anne Hathaway) and “Sexiest Man Alive” issues. These franchises have a fascinating history, from JFK. Jr. in 1988 to Gwyneth Paltrow in 2013 to today. Listen/watch in Apple Podcasts, YouTube, and Spotify.
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I have a guest essay in the New York Times today about the trend of wealthy people investing in plastic surgery, and the trickle down effect this has had on aspirational consumption habits. From the piece: ”A ‘rich face’ is stretched taut, often incapable of varied expressions and plumped with filler or implants or a person’s own grafted fat. Once, this face belonged to a villainous class of elites in sci-fi depictions of a dystopian future. In ‘The Hunger Games,’ residents of the capital city who revel in luxury and excess at the expense of other impoverished districts often wear sculpted, altered faces.” Read the rest at this gift link.
Let’s address that Chanel cruise footwear that has gone massively viral. Are we calling these shoes? I think they’re more like heel rests.

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The fashion press is praising them. Footwear News wrote, “it worked because the reduction still read Chanel in context: not quite barefoot, not quite a sandal, and somehow, not far from the two-tone code Blazy had already started inverting.” Harper’s Bazaar said, “Coming from the guy who ignited a fresh It shoe craze in recent months, the gesture and the audacious little half shoe—sheel!?—was a giggle in itself.” (I don’t hate “sheel.”)The Cut offered “kudos to Blazy for innovating footwear in ways previously unthinkable and for leaving Chanel fans agog.” Do we think people are going to be fighting over these in a big line outside the NYC boutique on 57th street come November, when this collection lands in stores? I think that iteration will have soles and I think people will go bananas for them.
Meryl Streep’s stylist Micaela Erlanger explained how she thought about Streep’s Devil Wears Prada 2 press tour fashion: “I’ve been leaning into a term I call ‘meta dressing.’ It’s about fashion referencing fiction that’s referencing real fashion history — all while still keeping the wearer’s real life and career in mind as well. While audiences love the ‘Easter eggs,’ I find it’s more exciting to layer those nods into looks that still feel authentic to the person.”
RHOBH watchers! The Cut has a great piece about Amanda Frances and her coaching business, which women pay thousands for to learn how to manifest wealth.
King Charles and Queen Camilla wrapped up their U.S. visit at a fundraiser at Christie’s in NYC, attended by Anna Wintour, Donatella Versace, Edward Enninful, Mark Guiducce, and the like. According to the New York Times, they “sipp[ed] on champagne and gin martinis with lemon twists that were shaped into fascinators.”
Ahead, today’s big story…
‘The Devil Wears Prada 2’ Has a New Villain
After 20 years, it's here. A sequel the world wanted, breathlessly anticipated, and stalked on the streets of New York like a Backstreet Boy in 1999. The Devil Wears Prada 2 has been marketed to us so aggressively that the filmmakers may as well be bludgeoning us with that giant red high heel with the pitchfork they've dragged all over the globe.

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Twenty years after the first, nearly-perfect film, I think many of us expected The Devil Wears Prada 2, out Friday, to traumatize us the way Sex and the City 2 did. Not that poor reviews would have kept us away from ANY of these movies, which are the kinds of unchallenging, commercialized experiences we desire to have with strangers in 2026. The world may be deeply divided, but many of us are united by aughts nostalgia and bizarrely hard-to-get popcorn purses.
Many of us are also united in sadness that fashion media, the kind that made Stanley Tucci’s Nigel character dream as a kid and that Anna Wintour has lorded over for decades with mystery and unshakeable power, is a shell of its former self. Technology is to blame, of course. (Condé Nast seems to be refashioning itself as a clipping company for short form video, down to creating events like Vogue World seemingly for that very purpose.) But so are the people who rank above Miranda, who steered the ship right into the iceberg and, rather than backing up and patching the hole, continue scraping against the side. In this world, the villain is no longer Miranda, but the unfashionable men who buy publications as a hobby only to treat them as casual and inconsequential pursuits, like picking out throw pillows for their yachts.
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