Vogue

PEOPLE SURPRISE YOU. I was reminded of that universal fact reading this month’s cover profile of Dua Lipa, whose COVID-delayed world tour is confirming her as a dance-pop sensation, but whose offstage interests mark her as a person of uncommon curiosity and substance. “I’m always on the side of the oppressed,” she tells our writer Jen Wang—which is the kind of thing people say these days, but a passing acquaintance with Dua’s history reveals that she’s not posturing. Dua is the child of refugees—her parents fled violence in their native Kosovo under Slobodan Milošević’s tyranny—and she has launched a newsletter and podcast that cover everything from feminism to geopolitics to where to dine out in Tokyo. Dua’s sensitivity and wide-ranging interests have endeared her to a fascinating collection of friends,…

Off the Grid For “In Deep” (page 98), Santiago Sierra Soler (above) went to Los Guayabos, the extraordinary ecological community on the outskirts of Guadalajara, to photograph resident Mexican model Tindi Mar. Vogue’s sustainability editor, Tonne Goodman, and the fashion director of Vogue Mexico and Latin America, Valentina Collado, provided excellent company. “Tonne pushed me in the best way possible to create beautiful images while giving me a lot of creative freedom,” Sierra Soler says. And Mar made for an inspiring subject. “We both feel the same calling to spread a conscious message, and to lead by example,” he notes. “We are both passionate about protecting nature and the preservation of our Indigenous traditions.” The photography of Peter Beard, a “big inspiration” for Sierra Soler generally, helped to inform his storytelling,…

Patrick Demarchelier lived for photography. He was never happier than when he had a camera in his hand—he just loved working, whether it was on location in some faraway place for a fashion shoot, the dunes of Montauk for a Vogue cover, or in his studio for a portrait of an artist or celebrity. He was constantly jumping on a plane. Travel connected him to the world, and it never fazed him—nothing fazed him. He was up at the crack of dawn to catch that early light, and he was forever in a good mood. Planning a shoot with Patrick always started the same way: The minute he knew he was doing it with you, you couldn’t get him off the phone. He absolutely loved talking, and kept us transfixed for…

I first started going back to Moscow, the city where I was born and which I left as a child, in the summer of 1995, when I was in college. I had never seen anything like it. There were guys on the street wearing leather jackets over tracksuits. There were old ladies on the street selling their socks. My grandmother’s courtyard had become an open-air brothel—young women would line up at night and cars would come in and shine their lights on them and choose. And the people that my parents had known—academics, engineers, literary critics—had been thrown out of work and were living, many of them, in desperate poverty. I was young and carefree (though very serious), and I traveled around the country by train. I went south, to the…

Simon Porte Jacquemus’s shows in Hawaii, Provence, and Paris have included sport-centric pieces like scuba gear, hiking boots, and swimwear, but when his models walk the Paris runways in late June, they will be playing a whole new game, so to speak: Nearly three years in the making, Jacquemus’s debut collaboration with Nike marries the designer’s love of the outdoors and his body-conscious aesthetic with Nike’s expertise in making some of the most technically advanced activewear in the world. “Sport was always super important in the Jacquemus DNA,” says Jacquemus from his Paris office, noting that his 2014 and 2015 collections were grounded by sneakers. “But as Jacquemus grew, the Jacquemus girl changed—she got heels!” he continues, with a laugh. Still, something lingered in his mind. “I always said to myself,…

It is admittedly an ordeal to get to Kisawa Sanctuary, a new resort on Mozambique’s Benguerra Island, almost no matter where you’re coming from. I first flew 15 hours from New York to Johannesburg, arriving too late to catch a connecting flight. The next morning, it was a two-hour plane trip to the resort town of Vilankulo, where the sun-cracked tarmac was visually at odds with the modern glass-and-metal airport that stood before it—an emblem of Mozambique’s rising tourism industry. After a quick drive through town, two attendants from Kisawa met me on the beach, where they nimbly hoisted my luggage atop their heads and led me to a boat that would speed through the Indian Ocean toward the Bazaruto Archipelago. The Bazaruto Archipelago, officially a national park, comprises five islands,…