Why Tennis Is the Ultimate Model Workout 

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With the Olympics just concluded and the U.S. Open kicking off next week, tennis has been on full display lately. And after watching the Serena Williamses, Andy Murrays, and Monica Puigs of the world backspin, slice, and smash their way across our TV screens, what better time to get inspired to take to the court ourselves? After all, with its requirements of flexibility, balance, muscle strength, and endurance, tennis is a total-body workout that models have long counted on to keep their physiques in top form.

Just look at Cara Delevingne, her signature dirty-blonde lengths blowing in the wind, practicing her forehand atop an open-air roof, in nothing but a sports bra and a pair of mini-shorts. For fitness aficionadas like Izabel Goulart and Caroline Trentini, the game is another means to achieve rock-hard abs and toned Brazilian derrieres. And while the racket just may be the perfect accoutrement to your swimsuit (Michele Ouellet, we’re looking at you)—a pairing whose classic status is confirmed by a flip through the Vogue archives—it’s a sport that’s as strenuous as it is chic. Case in point: Victoria’s Secret model Kelly Gale, who appropriately captioned her flushed-faced selfie “#SundaySweat.” Above, a look at 11 models who put the perfect ten in tennis.

 

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The Strokes’s Julian Casablancas’s Early-Aughts Grunge Style Still Works

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As we’ve recently investigated, there seems to be a nostalgic fervor in the air these days for the style of the early aughts: So-good-it’s-bad fashion of the early 21st century that reminds us of a simpler, perhaps less tasteful, time, when velour tracksuits, hip bone–grazing boot-cut denim, asymmetrical tank tops, and ankle booties paired with airbrushed minidresses was the height of chic. Or was it? During that same era, a five-member rock band was rising up the ranks and the music charts from their downtown New York roots: The Strokes. They brought not only a welcome return of rock ’n’ roll to the masses, but also an indie grunge fashion sense that swept through the closets of their adoring fans.

Julian Casablancas was the band’s lead singer, and he practically became the poster boy for this wave. His uniform of rumpled vintage tees, retro bandleader jackets, and bedraggled jeans was the perfect complement to his scratchy howl of a voice. Bellowing the somewhat indecipherable lyrics of their monster hit “Last Nite” into the microphone, his greasy, unkempt hair plastered to his face, his look was a defiant, cool contrast to the chintzy glam of the era. His fellow band members followed suit in their perfectly disheveled uniforms of secondhand suits, grandpa sweaters, beat-up moto jackets, and scruffy mops of hair. It was a look that certainly belied their Upper East Side breeding, but as the 38-year-old’s recent appearance sheathed in a vintage-inspired racer-stripe jersey for Blood Orange’s “Augustine” video proved, it’s a look that certainly still suits him.

Above, in honor of his 38th birthday, a look back at the best moments of the rocker aughts style Casablancas spearheaded.

 

 

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The Disposable Dinner Party: The Chicest Paper Plates, Cups, and Decor

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Any seasoned hostess with the mostest—best identified by a strong penchant for Edith Wharton and a Miss Manners upbringing—loves a dinner party challenge. Why? Because she’s mastered the art of throwing a textbook dinner party time and time again. Cue Ms. Poppy Cannon’s Can-Opener Cook Book! To spice things up, the au courant carouse challenge is incorporating an unexpected party trick. So, for your next after-eight affair, don’t skimp on the culinary fare (save the canned delicacies for your in-laws), and serve it on disposable dinnerware. Yes, that’s right, red cups included. We’ve rounded up the chicest throwaway paper, plastic, wooden, and bamboo decor to shop now.

 

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Frenchman Pledges to Pay All Burkini Fines Issued on France’s Beaches

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Earlier this month, the mayor of Cannes detailed a new law banning women from wearing full-body swimsuits, including burkinis,, on the beaches of the French Riviera city. Calling the burkini “the uniform of extremist Islamism, not of the Muslim religion,” Mayor David Lisnard was one of the first to prohibit its use on the beach, while at least five other coastal towns in France have since passed similar laws. In Cannes, women caught wearing a burkini on the beach will now be issued a fine of 38 euros (42 dollars).

As with the burqa ban of 2010, which prohibited full-face veils, the burkini ban has been criticized for stoking anti-Muslim sentiment and Islamophobia, feared to be on the rise after major terrorist attacks in both Paris and Nice. And once again, French-Algerian businessman Rachid Nekkaz is stepping up to help women who find themselves facing fines.

Nekkaz, who in 2010 donated one million euros to help Muslim women pay the 150-euro burqa fine, is pledging to cover all fines issued to burkini wearers. “As soon as I see that France is not respecting fundamental liberties, I always get my checkbook out,” he told the Telegraph. Though he identifies as a secular Muslim, Nekkaz is known as a religious-freedom activist in Europe. In July, he walked down the streets of Locarno, Switzerland, where burqas had just been outlawed, with a woman wearing one; both were fined.

“I personally am against the niqab and the burkini, but I am like Voltaire,” Nekkaz explained. “Once I do not agree, I will fight to the death to give the possibility to these people to express their opinion or to dress as they please. That is freedom. It’s a question of principle.” So far, Nekkaz has paid about 245,000 euros in burqa fees, earning him the nickname “Zorro of the niqab.” He can now add “Batman of the burkini” to his list of distinctions.

 

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North West Reveals the Kardashian Family Secret to Glowing Skin

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Consider the Kardashians’ collective love for surreally lit-from-within skin—carefully crafted with next-level filters and a generous use of highlighter by every member of the famous clan. Yet a rather unexpected piece of the family secret was revealed on Instagram today, where Kim Kardashian West shared an adorable shot of her daughter, North, in the bathtub, surrounded by glow sticks.

Beyond the sheer whimsy of the candid snap, the unorthodox beauty ritual had the canny effect of bathing young North’s complexion in pale, fluorescent, and surprisingly photogenic light. Because, what better way than an amped-up bath to get Kardashian-level glowing?

 

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Jena Goldsack Is Fashion’s Latest Must-Follow Beauty

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Even if Jena Goldsack weren’t posing for influential photographers like Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott, and racking up ads for Iceberg and Versus Versace, the Cornwall-bred beauty would still be one of the most compelling new faces around. Pouty and angular with an intense stare, Goldsack calls to mind the larger-than-life models of the early aughts, including her personal favorite, Natalia Vodianova. Plus, she’s managing to hold her own with rising Instagram supernovas like Bella Hadid and Taylor Hill, posing with them in this month’s French Vogue. Even with her scene-stealing editorial moments and glamazon good looks, Goldsack exudes a down-to-earth charm. Traveling around the world for work and documenting every outdoorsy trip via Instagram, Goldsack is the latest, gorgeous, must-follow beauty you need to know—get to know all the facts on her now, before you start seeing her everywhere.

She was discovered after walking in a student fashion show.
“When I was still a student, I was modeling a friend’s graduation collection at her university show back at home in Cornwall, and someone suggested I should contact some modeling agencies but I wasn’t interested in going to London at the time! It took me three months to decide it might be a good idea and Models 1 took me straight away.”

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Growing up in Cornwall was idyllic.
“I loved finishing school at lunchtime (i.e., bunking off afternoons) and heading to the beach. It’s laid-back, and a great place to be, especially in the summer. I loved not having to wear shoes, which I get made to do in London! Gym lessons at my school involved sailing, so that was a big part of my childhood. Going back, as soon as you step off the train, you feel like you’re in a different country. It’s a special place.”

She loves local bands, Pixar movies, and a good mystery.
“My favorite movie is Finding Dory! Or Legend, I love that film. My favorite book is The Girl on the Train and band is Disclosure, they’re from the West Country—I like to keep it local!”

When she isn’t hiking or mountain climbing you can find her on a white sand beach.
“My favorite place that I’ve visited for work is Zermatt in Switzerland. I was there last week for a job. It’s famous for the Matterhorn, and I had the morning off so I went for a two-hour hike by myself. The taxi service to get down the mountain is a parasail! Second to that was shooting on a glacier in Iceland. The epic nature there is otherworldly. Just realized that’s two cold places I’ve mentioned, and I call myself a beach girl! My favorite beach is Jervis Bay outside of Sydney. You can share the beach with kangaroos and it has the whitest sand in the world!”

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She keeps her personal style simple but loves a little Chanel.
“I like stripes—I keep it nautical and I like to be comfortable. I like brands like Acne Studios, Topshop, Céline, Givenchy, Burberry, and, of course, Chanel.”

She’s ready for a beauty contract or those angel wings!
“I wasn’t expecting to be shooting so much great editorial this year—I’m really happy—and I have some exciting options on my chart for the next month or so. I’d love to do a major beauty campaign; I’d love to work with Peter Lindbergh, David Sims—the list goes on. The Victoria’s Secret show—I love the energy of it!”

 

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This Shoe Might Be the Most Versatile Thing to Happen to Your Fall Wardrobe

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As many of us set about the task of stocking our fall wardrobes, versatility is the name of the game. With even the most ardent fashion fans embracing an ethos that’s less about the quantity of the pieces than the quality, we’re turning an eye to a shoe that’s as adaptable as it is in step with designers’ current taste for all things romantic.

Depending on the pair(s) you snap up, the Mary Jane will gamely take you from work to cocktails, weekend errands, and even black-tie dos. We can’t get enough of The Row’s bordeaux-hued velvet flats for a casual brunch, while Dries Van Noten’s take, with its furry, leopard-dappled heel, would add an offbeat jolt to even the most staid of LBDs. And despite the—perhaps undeservedly—prim reputation the Mary Jane has earned over the years, we can’t speak highly enough about the ankle-emphasizing abilities of a delicate slip of a strap (and why have just one sexy strap when you could have three, pondered Miuccia Prada for Miu Miu’s Fall lineup?). Above, we’ve rounded up 20 pairs to shop now and wear all year long.

 

 

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Amy Schumer Brings Grown-Up Polish to the Corset

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Everyone from Bella Hadid to Victoria Beckham has tried their hand at the Victorian-inspired corset, a piece that dominated the runways for Fall. And now it appears that actress, author, and all-around funnywoman Amy Schumer is lacing up the trend, too, having sported a version by Stella McCartney in New York yesterday.

The McCartney Pre-Fall bustier top features an elegant floral motif that added a hint of Louis XIV grandeur to Schumer’s ensemble. Coordinating fitted trousers brought a modern feeling to the idea, while multi-strap sandals lent the 35-year-old a leg-lengthening effect and a polished finish. Those looking to transition their summer wardrobe into fall might also want to consider wearing the corset with an A-line mini and floor-length duster.

 

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Gold’s Old News: Why Layered Silver Jewelry is in for Fall

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Simple dressers, rejoice! For the season ahead, there is no need to pour on loud patterns to make a head-turning statement. The best way to add a whole lot of oomph to any pared-back wardrobe is with tried-and-true sterling silver. To wear the metal, skip dainty pieces and layer it on with a heavy hand: think heaping ornate necklaces, stacked cuffs, and knuckle-engulfing rings. For reference, look to jewelry designer Lizz Jardim, who wears decorated headpieces in a nod to ancient Berber style, or Ruby Aldridge, whose Eastern European look at Vogue.com’s recent Coach karaoke party received a jolt of cool with a neck full of pieces from China and India.

If you’re looking to re-create the layered look yourself, there are a slew of glimmering choices, both new and old. Ancient forms are revamped with a beaded necklace by Pamela Love or engraved cuffs by Pat Areias. On the centuries-old front, there are souk-sourced gems from vintage retailers like Marteau, which have the power to add some soul into any look. After all, not all that glitters is gold.

 

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How Emma Stone, Diane Kruger and More Do Easy Hair for Hanging Out With Your Ex

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The success of a first-date beauty look could be measured by how closely you can replicate the good hair day captured by your Bumble profile picture, but as Emma Stone can attest to, post-breakup hangouts call for a slightly different set of beauty rules.

Or rather, just one: Keep it simple. The actress, who took a stroll through London with her ex Andrew Garfield on Sunday was the picture of fresh-faced elegance with her auburn side-sweep whisked into a wispy low knot that looked like it had been quickly crafted mid-conversation.

Also telegraphing a clean cool that feels intimate in its unpretentiousness—your ex has, after all, seen you bedheaded and barefaced—Diane Kruger relied on a conscious coupling of a low-slung ponytail and a mariner’s cap to meet up with Joshua Jackson in Los Angeles on Friday.

But whether there’s still a spark or you’re building up a friendship, take a page from Sienna Miller, who was recently snapped with former fiancé Tom Sturridge and their daughter Marlowe: There’s hardly a style that radiates mom chic and date-night appeal quite like a head of lived-in waves.

Here, three laid-back hair ideas for when you’re meeting your ex.

 

 

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This Rising Teenage Track Star Has the Best Curls on Instagram

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Now that the Rio Olympics have come and gone, fans are turning their attention to the next generation of athletic talent. And it would be hard for anyone to miss Ocean Lewis, whose stunning head of gold-tinged curls has caught fire on Instagram—whipping behind her on a run or wildly unfurled on the heath. Though she’s still in high school, the 17-year-old Londoner has unwittingly become a bit of a social media sensation—and she’s already been photographed by Adidas.

“Basically every single photo shoot has been from people DM-ing me,” she says of the dreamy work featured on her feed: shots of her glitter-streaked face in a music video or her teased-out tangerine mane matched to a marigold coat. Though Lewis appears wholly at ease before the camera, it’s a far cry from her day-to-day life as a rising track star, juggling four or five weekly sessions at Mile End Stadium in East London with coach Chris Zah, a routine she’s honing in the hopes of becoming a world-class sprinter. “That’s the dream—to be a full-time athlete,” she says. At the track, she sharpens her skills alongside Olympians with grueling 150-meter sprints and is one of the fastest in London. “Sometimes I wonder why I do it—I feel sick every session—but it’s all worth it in the end,” she says, laughing.






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As for that head-turning hair, which she bundles into her signature high, scrunchied ponytail for meets, Lewis has shifted from ginger to platinum to gold in the past few years, always keeping the roots dark. “I went on holiday to Jamaica and got loads of natural blonde highlights,” she says. “I love my hair that color, just from the sun.” That easygoing approach extends to her daily regimen, too. “I don’t touch my hair,” she says, adding that she shampoos every five weeks and conditions every five days: “I put conditioner in it, I detangle it, and I’m good for the week—literally.” Often, she’ll let Aussie 3-Minute Miracle Moist conditioner dry into her hair overnight, which, she finds, keeps her curls more defined; a spray bottle filled with a water-and-conditioner mix acts as a quick texture refresher. “I prefer my hair to be really big,” she says. Lewis—and her hair—is well on her way.

 

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Why Vacationing With a Toddler Is No Vacation

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For most of the summer, I sat in an overly air-conditioned office, daydreaming about my family’s upcoming trip to the Caribbean. It was going to be the first official summer vacation in my 1 1/2-year-old daughter’s life, and we were all set to spend a weeklong jaunt with my mother-in-law, my husband’s siblings, and their significant others. I naively imagined lazy days at the beach: My daughter would make sand castles while I swam in the cool ocean and my husband squeezed in some paddleboarding. Little did I know.

I should have realized early on our vacation wasn’t going to be the summertime-and-the-livin’-is-easy dream I was envisioning. Trouble started early, when putting together a suitcase for a tiny human proved much more difficult than assembling one for a full-grown person. Sure, her bite-size shoes and frilly dresses took up minimal space, but then there was all that other stuff you have to pack when traveling with a toddler: the arsenal of diapers, the nasal bulb you will regret leaving behind if she gets sick, the zip-up blanket so she doesn’t suffocate in the middle of the night like you’ve been warned so many times might happen. And don’t even think about leaving behind the special baby sunscreen made out of nontoxic mineral ingredients and the natural mosquito repellant (there’s Zika down there!), and the pacifiers, and the bottles, and, duh, the special bottle brush, plus the tiny plastic cutlery and plates, and the easy-to-squeeze baby food. And really, how will she manage a week without the bath toys, the beach toys, the jumbo crayons, and the bedtime books she barely understands?

When departure day arrived, things got off to a smooth start. We were already checked in, traffic was light, and the Uber arrived promptly. With my daughter strapped into the car seat, I pulled up a podcast to listen to during the ride to the airport. Ten minutes in, I was forced to hit pause after she vomited all over the backseat. I cleaned it all up while assuring the driver we didn’t need to pull over, only to have her puke all over my hard work five minutes later.

After changing her into a new set of clothes at the airport—not a particularly pleasant task to do in a JFK bathroom—we went to our gate and were suddenly surrounded by strollers and slings and kids hypnotized by iPads. I had never before seen so many families with small children on the same flight. Once we boarded, a flight attendant announced that the video system was down. I couldn’t imagine the horror of those childless few, now without the option of tuning into the entertainment program.

During the relatively short flight, my daughter was kept entertained only by a series of repetitive tasks. In the three and a half hours we were up in the air, she walked up and down the aisle 58 times, opened and closed the window shade approximately 132 times, and ate around 12 foreign objects off the floor. Of course, when she did finally fall asleep, her nap lasted only the length it took to read one magazine article, making me realize that packing two books for the trip was perhaps overly optimistic.

After we landed, we made our way to the rented beach house that would be our home for the next week. While the rest of our family oohed and ahhed over the view and the breezy rooms, my mind was elsewhere, surveying the many potential hazards I immediately spotted: the sharp table corners, the glass sliding doors, the pool with no surrounding gate. I was never more in love with my husband than the moment he pulled a bag of socket covers from his suitcase.

From then on, the trip was clearly divided between us (the parents) and the rest of the group, aka the non-parents who were actually on vacation. We took to calling them “the others,” like the suspicious group of islanders on Lost. They were completely foreign to us. They had no early wake-up times, no nap or feeding schedules to uphold, no responsibilities other than getting the perfect tan.

Our daughter’s portable crib was placed in our room, causing our sleeping arrangements to vaguely resemble a hostage situation. At home, she would usually wake up around 8:00 a.m., but that week she was up by 6:15. Every morning we pulled her into our bed and begged her for just 10 more minutes of sleep. We even offered up our precious iPhones (usually off-limits) in exchange for a little more time. It was fruitless. At night, she made it clear that even the slightest sound disturbed her. In turn, we were forced to sleep like statues, terrified to tiptoe into the bathroom.

At the beach, the others swam laps and napped in the shade; I tried and failed to teach my daughter how to dig a hole in the sand. She was far more content scooping gulps of sand and placing them directly into her mouth. We bought a neon green floating contraption so she could swim in the ocean, but of course she hated it, preferring to constantly run on her wobbly feet toward the ocean and have me chase after her. When she did swim, she loved being in the seawater, but not as much as she loved swallowing big gulps of it. Whenever I would yell “No!” she would laugh hysterically, open her mouth, and do it again.

One night, the others suggested we go out to dinner and didn’t understand our hesitation to join. “Just have her fall asleep in the stroller,” one of them said. At the restaurant, everyone ordered cocktails while my husband did stroller laps around the parking lot. By the time the appetizers arrived, he still wasn’t back, so I accompanied him. As we were singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” for the hundredth time, a waiter arrived to tell us our food was getting cold.

When her bedtime finally came, we were exhausted, but still looking forward to the many possibilities of what we could do during our limited kid-free time. I could start reading The Girls or perhaps watch Olympic gymnastics. I could pour myself a healthy glass of wine and look at the stars. But most evenings, by 9:00 p.m., you could find me passed out on the couch, my book opened to page three.

My mother constantly texted me to ask for photos of her only granddaughter at the beach. “Please send one of her in the swimsuit I bought for her,” she wrote one day. “Why haven’t I gotten any photos today?” she asked another day. I explained I was busy and hadn’t had a chance. “How is that possible?” she replied.

Toward the end of our “vacation,” my husband came down with a stomach flu, spending an entire day tethered to the bathroom and running a low fever. I meanwhile envied him for having a legitimate excuse to sleep in. “Must be nice,” I said after bringing him chamomile tea. Shivering, he didn’t seem to know whether I was kidding or not. Frankly, neither did I.

In the end, of course, our vacation (or, as a friend put it, our “relocation”) was filled with many lovely moments. My daughter learned how to say a few new words; she danced in front of a live Caribbean band at sunset; she fell asleep next to her uncle under the shade. One day, she grabbed my wide-brimmed hat, put on my sunglasses, and stared at me, looking as adorable as can be. On the flight back home, I spotted a baby, no more than a few months old, sleeping in a car seat. “Remember when she was that tiny?” I asked my husband. “I miss those days,” I said, already sure that, in just a few years, I would be saying the same of these.

 

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