Innholdsfortegnelse for The CUT - September 2025 i New York Magazine

MY FAVORITE LOOK I wore this summer wasn’t the powder-blue vintage dress I panic-ordered on the RealReal to relaunch our beauty vertical at Cannes Lions or the olive-green peekaboo Hanifa maxi I wore onstage to interview Tracee Ellis Ross at the Martha’s Vineyard African American Film Festival. No, it was the white lamé mask and jumpsuit complemented by a silver saber that I wore in a sweaty, non-air-conditioned Upper East Side gym on a random Wednesday. When I was growing up in Wisconsin, the only fencing I saw was Lindsay Lohan facing off against herself in The Parent Trap. But part of what has kept me going as an editor is following my curiosity instead of staying behind my phone and consuming whatever other people find interesting. My friends and…

I WOULDN’T SAY I WAS MISERABLE walking into the new Dior Spa on 57th and Madison, but after traveling nine days straight on four planes through two time zones, I was definitely exhausted. I was there to try a new facial, the $550 Golden Aura, which promises to boost circulation and oxygen, among other virtues, things New Yorkers probably need. But I was really excited to try the $170 “Happiness Boost.” Developed with Dr. François Duforez, a sleep specialist based in Paris, the treatment uses light therapy to provide you with extra serotonin and dopamine, things New Yorkers most certainly need. As soon as I pulled the weighted blanket over my body, the facialist turned on what the spa calls an “LED-studded sky,” which is like a tray ceiling that…

Mandy Perrin Stoffel JOYFACE, the 1970s-inspired bar famous for its waterbed. “Don’t show up looking like you and your friends all got off a shift at the same retailer.” Ruben Burgess Jr. and Sasha Uvarova DESERT 5 SPOT, a honky-tonk dropped into the middle of Williamsburg. Ruben: “Open-toe Birkenstock sandals. Are you coming from the beach to the club at 11 p.m. as a full-grown adult? No dogs out. Leave the dogs in the cage. You don’t have to come in a full caricature of a cowboy, but dress the part.” Sasha: “You can always tell who put in effort and who didn’t try at all.” Disco TEMPLE BAR, a throwback cocktail lounge slinging espresso martinis and caviar bumps. “If you come looking like you’re going to a damn bonfire,…

THE FIRST SCENE Andrew Garfield shot for his new movie, After the Hunt, is an explosive encounter in which his character, a Yale philosophy professor named Hank Gibson, angrily confronts a student—who has accused him of sexual assault—in front of her teacher and classmates. Directed by Luca Guadagnino, whose films are known as much for their emotional extravagance as their impish button-pushing, After the Hunt is a Me Too psychodrama that dares to grab a few third rails, and the scene features a lot of yelling and door-slamming and students tearfully cowering. Garfield was feeling the weight of taking on such a fraught character. “I was very serious, just pacing around the corridors of that set,” Garfield says. “And Luca’s like, ‘Darling, are you going to be like this all…

SARAH PAULSON HAS BEEN INSIDE THE Metropolitan Museum of Art many times—having attended five real Met Galas and one fake one while filming Ocean’s 8—but today she is visiting simply as a civilian, a woman in search of art. “It’s funny to be here as a person just enjoying the museum,” she says on a particularly mobbed summer Friday afternoon. “You’re like, Oh, this is what it’s for.” To describe Paulson is to pull out all the offbeat adjectives from the back of the drawer: She’s zany and ribald and outré, telling me about her Bart Simpson–esque burps and debating what we should call boobs (“I’m certainly not saying ‘breasts.’ I know someone who says ‘bosom,’ and that’s not my favorite thing, and she knows I don’t like to hear…

Two May Be Better Than One These slinky Miu Miu socks are thin enough that layering them creates a barely there contrast—no lumpy silhouettes in sight. Rock the Color Block Translucent pink socks slipped on top of purple tights create depth without sacrificing sleekness, and the pointed Gucci mules add New Wave spunk. Get Into Step A romantic pair of Ferragamo heels makes us want to break out our best bachata. Add black fishnets and the dance floor won’t know what’s coming. Layer Fishnets With Lace When tucked under these girlie Chanel boots, the wide white netting helps elongate the leg. Cabaret, anyone? Cozy Can Still Look Cool These McQueen boots are runway showstoppers that need grounding in real life. A Flashdance-y knit sock brings the rock-star heels down to…

IF YOU THINK THE NAME of Tom Ford’s new Private Blend fragrance, Oud Voyager, sounds vaguely sci-fi, you’re on the right track. Created by Dominique Ropion, a perfumer best known for masterminding Frédéric Malle’s Carnal Flower, the scent is being marketed as a “futuristic floral.” Intrigued? So were we. What does Oud Voyager smell like? The leading scent is oud, a rare resin notorious for its tendency to dominate a perfume and skew masculine. But in this fragrance, the other notes—fresh peony and green-floral geranium—are blended such that each is equally important, producing a genderless, seasonless scent. “It’s oud as you’ve never experienced it: radiant, sculptural, and dimensional,” says Ropion. What makes it futuristic? The fragrance has a specific “living red peony” note that was created using what perfumers (rather…

ENERGETIC BRUNETTE EDITOR, 34, seeks eligible, bright men, women, and nonbinary people to feature in hot, magnetic personal ads. Must have personality, open mind, and clean fingernails. I’m Amy Rose, boss of The Cut’s brand-new Personals newsletter. Personals features stories about sex, love, and relationships. We’ll investigate why everyone wants to get set up right now, the etiquette around unexpected after-dinner threesomes, and what it takes to hold on to someone worthwhile. The newsletter also features you. I’m bringing back our personal ads to find you a hot date (or true and lasting romance, depending on what you’re in the mood for). If you have no idea what I’m talking about: “Strictly Personals” crammed New York’s back pages in the ’80s and ’90s. Singles anonymously wrote horny, hopeful communiqués about…

ARE STRAIGHT MEN OKAY?” This is the question raised in stories from the likes of The Wall Street Journal and the New York Times (and, yes, this very magazine) about how dissatisfied women are with dating right now. They want to settle down, but they just can’t find a suitable partner. In a recent essay for The New York Times Magazine, Jean Garnett writes about heterofatalism, the resigned, exhausted attitude straight women have adopted in response to what she describes as an “irreproachable male helplessness.” “I have been bruised by the ambivalence of men, how they can first want me and then become confused about what they want,” she writes. Men, these stories seem to suggest, are either red-pilled psychopaths or hapless oafs who are so emotionally unintelligent they can’t…

It started with the lines around her eyes. “Last year, my husband said to me, ‘You’re blind,’” Chloe Hall, 44, tells me over niçoise salads on Madison Avenue one afternoon in July. “At Warby Parker, I put reading glasses on and suddenly saw my eyes. I had never seen how many little wrinkles I had. It was like, Houston, we have a problem.” Then it was her neck. “My daughter would come up and play with the loose skin,” she says, jiggling what I estimate to be a few centimeters of extra flesh under her chin. “Everything was just kind of falling.” Hall is an Upper East Sider with three kids under 14, an apartment on Fifth Avenue, and a house in Newport. Her husband works in tech. She looks…

ON A THURSDAY NIGHT in late September 2023, at close to 11:30, Mandy Teefey, the CEO of mental-health start-up Wondermind, sent a startling series of texts to a group of her employees. Teefey, then 47, had co-founded the company almost two years before with her famous daughter, the actress and pop star Selena Gomez, and a young entrepreneur named Daniella Pierson. The texts were muddled by typos, but the recipients were able to deduce that Teefey was in the L.A. office, a small suite above an art gallery at the corner of Melrose and Harper Avenues in West Hollywood, where she sometimes slept, and that she believed she’d seen an intruder on the security footage. The first sentence was especially difficult to make out: “There is someone drilling on the…

ON THE DAY I FILED for divorce from my husband, after I’d cried for a while and thrown out a pile of his things, I bought something I had longed for our entire marriage: a big bottle of L’Ombre Dans l’Eau, the Diptyque perfume. In the early days of our relationship, I deduced that he had an involuntary aversion to my favorite scent. He sneezed throughout our first three dates, especially when he got close enough to kiss me good night. As I got ready for our fourth date, I decided to try an experiment: I deliberately didn’t wear any perfume. He didn’t sneeze once that night—or the next morning. When I got back to my apartment, I reluctantly tossed my elegant, curved glass bottle of L’Ombre Dans l’Eau into…

Women dedicate tens of thousands of dollars a year to achieving the “Tracy Anderson body,” or “lean curves in the right places,” as the celebrity fitness instructor puts it. Now, she’s learning to live with aging. “I see a lot of people doing a lot of injections and getting a lot of beautiful face-lifts,” Anderson says, but she’s holding out—at least for now. “We’ve been dysfunctionally programmed to judge beauty. I’m really tired of hearing about jowls,” she says. Here, the beauty regimen she swears by. A.M. Routine I wake up at seven. I’m very fortunate to live in different beautiful places. Right now, my view in the morning is these giant windows that look out on the mountains of Big Sky Country in Montana. I like snuggles, and it…

A LITTLE OVER A DECADE AGO, Anne Hathaway’s public persona was in crisis. She had starred in The Princess Diaries and won an Oscar for Les Misérables but was far from being the stylish star of The Devil Wears Prada 2, the most talked-about film in fashion these days. Audiences found her grating, a try-hard theater kid. The internet piled on when she was cast as Catwoman in The Dark Knight Rises because she wasn’t considered sexy enough. Caustic think pieces speculated about why she was so despised. Then, in 2019, Hathaway met Erin Walsh. A sought-after stylist, Walsh rose from a fashion assistant at Vogue to dressing everyone from Sarah Jessica Parker to Timothée Chalamet. Her client Kerry Washington has suggested that her red-carpet revamp elevated her professional profile.…

TO GET THE WOMEN OF THE CYRUS FAMILY in one room is nothing short of a “miracle,” says Brandi, the eldest daughter. They’re all “freakin’ busy.” This year, Miley released Something Beautiful, her ninth album, and its accompanying film; Noah dropped her second album, I Want My Loved Ones to Go With Me; and Brandi wrapped a residency at the Las Vegas Sphere in between recording episodes of her podcast, Sorry We’re Cyrus, with their mom (and Miley’s manager), Tish Cyrus-Purcell. Though they’ve never exactly been anonymous—Noah’s and Brandi’s early memories are dotted with their sister’s world tours—in recent years, the family name has been a tabloid magnet: rumors about divorces, (re)marriages, love triangles, and sibling rivalries. Well, that’s ancient history. The Cyruses have found their way back to one…

How the fuck do you eat these?” asks Vivian Wilson, staring skeptically at the oysters on the dinner table in front of us. “Oh my God! They smell like the ocean!” It was her idea to order them. She couldn’t remember whether she even liked oysters, so instead of getting a full dozen, she asked the waiter for two, one for each of us. “I feel so fancy ordering appetizers! I haven’t had fancy food in forever!” she tells me when the two lonely bivalves arrive on ice. “I don’t even know if this is fancy.” It’s not really: We’re sitting on the sidewalk patio of an unremarkable seafood joint on Ventura in the Valley, and, honestly, the oysters don’t look entirely fresh. Wilson takes a second to psych herself…