Mark Holgate

1 week ago | vogue.com | Mark Holgate

11 a.m.: Customer Service, the Playroom, Printemps, 1 Wall Street, New YorkI’m standing at a circular kiosk under a jaunty awning, the kind of thing you might buy ice cream from on a chic-y chic beach in the south of France. Except it’s actually the customer service desk of the Printemps store at 1 Wall Street in Manhattan, the new US outpost of the storied Parisian retailer.

1 week ago | vogue.com | Mark Holgate

Products are independently selected by our editors. We may earn an affiliate commission from links. Iké Udé’s images of actor Colman Domingo for Vogue’s May 2025 issue are quite stunning.

2 weeks ago | vogue.com | Mark Holgate

I’m doing what I thought I would never be doing: Emailing Jil Sander. There is of course a specific reason for the exchange. Sander, the legendary visionary of purist, minimalist fashion who disappeared from fashion and into the warm embrace of an anonymous life some years ago, leaving us her Uniqlo +J work as a parting gift, has agreed to discuss her collaboration with the furniture maker Thonet. It’s as absolutely intentional and deliberate as anything else she has ever done in her long career.

2 weeks ago | vogue.com | Mark Holgate

Products are independently selected by our editors. We may earn an affiliate commission from links. Almost every author uses the raw material of their life to fuel their writing, and Yigit Turhan is no exception. Turhan’s enchanting new novel, Their Monstrous Hearts, takes in everything from family secrets, hidden manuscripts, and mysterious butterflies to eternal life and a mercurial grandmother—I’d say more, but: spoilers—and will be published on April 8 by Mira, an imprint of HarperCollins.

2 weeks ago | vogue.com | Mark Holgate

Danielle Frankel, the designer known for her imaginative and original approach to bridal dressing, is standing in the most tranquil and serene of rooms. She is looking equally beatific, even if just beyond the room’s buttery yellow walls there’s a frenzy of activity—the kind of banging, sawing, and hammering that loudly announces We’re busy—going on.