Max Ortega

2 weeks ago | vogue.com | Cazzie David |Amy Troost |Max Ortega

One of my cardinal rules is to never begin a piece of writing by talking about how difficult it was to begin the piece of writing. Leave that to the bad wedding speeches. But when Vogue asked me if I would write an article about bucket hats, I had no choice. I wanted to do it, but I couldn’t muster a single thought on the subject. I mean, it’s a hat. What more is there to say? Of all the hats, the bucket hat in particular was completely meaningless to me.

2 months ago | vogue.com | Marley Marius |Max Ortega

Out there is a video, captured on someone’s phone, in which Colman Domingo, star of last year’s affecting prison drama Sing Sing, can be seen onstage during the Oscars, doing a jaunty little dance. As he bops along to Maze’s “Before I Let Go,” his lank frame a blur of scarlet and black Valentino, he shouts out members of the audience—“C’mon, Cynthia! C’mon, Penélope!”—not that they need much persuading: The entire front row, from Kylie Jenner to Demi Moore, is on their feet.

Mar 4, 2025 | vogue.com | Corey Seymour |Theo Wenner |Max Ortega

Ben Shelton didn’t grow up with childhood dreams of being the next Roger Federer, or the next Rafael Nadal. He wanted to be the next Calvin Johnson. “Arguably the greatest wide receiver of all time,” Shelton says, tucked into the back seat of an Escalade crawling through midtown Manhattan. “His nickname was Megatron—he played for the Detroit Lions: six foot five, 240, ran a 4.3 40-yard dash, kind of a freak athlete.

Feb 27, 2025 | family.style | Alisha Wexler |Ann Binlot |Max Ortega

Winter 2024 Art CommissionsFebruary 14, 2025 8:00 AMThere is a private, far away world that artists return to time and time again. Its parameters, molded in childhood and chiseled away in practice. Like the natural landscape, it is always shifting, eroding, and regenerating anew. We can see it, too, eyes closed: a snow capped mountain, an ancient organism, our body, cosmic. Eyes open, gaze fixed, it is a coil on a vine, a statue, light streaming from a window.

Oct 3, 2024 | vogue.com | Christopher Barnard |Luis Rodriguez |Luis Rodríguez |Max Ortega

Products are independently selected by our editors. We may earn an affiliate commission from links. Audra McDonald is crouched over a curious white plastic box. “I swear this is a kayak,” she says as it suddenly unfolds like large-scale origami, making a satisfying crunch as it hits the pebbly shore. What will eventually be my vessel for the afternoon is now a flat piece of corrugated plastic.