Innholdsfortegnelse for Hollywood 2025/2026 i Vanity Fair

Lady Gaga. NYPD Blue. Bruno Mars. The original Batman. And now a tabloid newspaper. On the Fox lot in Century City sits an iconic New York set, made to look like Lower Manhattan, that has seen many an act, many a scene, grace its fake mean streets. The set was originally built to film Hello, Dolly! at a cost of $2.25 million, making it one of the costliest at the time; so significant was the lot’s history that when Bob Iger began wooing Rupert Murdoch for the Walt Disney Company to buy 21st Century Fox, his son Lachlan was adamant that Fox keep that piece of real estate. Early next year, the Fox lot will be the home of the California Post. And it will still be a scene—a massive…

There’s a scene in the 2006 Martin Scorsese film The Departed that acts as a hinge in the story of modern masculinity onscreen. It goes like this: Leonardo DiCaprio plays Billy Costigan, an undercover cop in Boston who has infiltrated the Mob. He’s skinny but strong, impulsive but elegant, gaunt, tired, and smarter than everyone else. What drives him is not a hamstrung instinct to conquer or do the right thing—for him, it’s personal. He is, like many of us, fueled by the fumes of his own trauma. Halfway through the film, he finds himself in over his head, his true identity under threat of total erasure. In search of refuge, he runs in the rain to the home of Madolyn Madden, a clinical psychiatrist played by a luminous Vera…

6:03 AM PT BEVERLY HILLS The Future The sun rises over Erewhon to find the Future of Hollywood in line at the tonic bar: assistants scrambling to make their presence known during the morning juice run. Navigating the demands of bosses exploring weekly fad diets, depending on the microdose or peptide their hottest clients are taking, the Future are the backbone of an industry many of us only know from episodes of Entourage (a show that premiered before some of them were born). They’re the first to touch every call, to open every email, and to cover every script. But with the steady march of AI into the halls of power, some fear their time in the industry might amount to nothing more than a Malibu Mango smoothie. In the…

OTTESSA MOSHFEGH “THE PEOPLE’S PRINCES,” P. 82 The award-winning writer behind Eileen, My Year of Rest and Relaxation, Homesick for Another World, Death in Her Hands, Lapvona, and McGlue has written extensively about women. “Working on this piece for the Hollywood Issue, I realized that I don’t think about men very often—this man or that man, sure, but rarely the collective,” she says. “To generalize about any group of people feels dangerous. Writing about these actors was an extravagant experience in that way.” TOM GUINNESS THE HOLLYWOOD ISSUE Guinness, who styled the cover, says he found inspiration in the locations. “We were especially fortunate to get access to Ealing Studios”—the legendary British studio facility—“which allowed us to place today’s biggest movie stars in a historical context,” he says. “That sense…

The Brown House, designed by Neutra, brings principles of modernist architecture to life. THEN: Tom Ford, Ryan Murphy NOW: Recently sold The Jack Warner Estate broke a Beverly Hills real estate record when it sold for $165 million in 2020. THEN: Jack Warner of Warner Bros., producer David Geffen NOW: Amazon founder Jeff Bezos Misty Mountain is a Spanish Revival mansion with 11 bedrooms and 9 bathrooms. THEN: Vaudeville actor Fred Niblo, MCA founder Jules Stein, Rupert Murdoch NOW: James Murdoch One of LA’s most famous midcentury homes, the Sheats-Goldstein house was designed by Lautner in the early ’60s. THEN: Helen Taylor Sheats and Paul Henry Sheats NOW: Businessman James “Jimmy” Goldstein “Mega-mansion” doesn’t even begin to describe the Manor, which is among the largest homes in the country. THEN:…

A crowd swarms outside the grand Hotel Excelsior, stretching all the way down to the Palazzo del Cinema, where Guillermo del Toro’s Frankenstein is about to have its world premiere at the Venice Film Festival. Inside the hotel, del Toro sits on a low chair engulfed by well-wishers who place drinks in front of him like sacred offerings. Hours later—after the movie has screened, receiving a standing ovation that lasts more than 13 minutes—I spot the filmmaker once again. Leaning heavily on a cane, del Toro makes his way up the dock, where a water taxi will whisk him away as festival attendees cheer. Later that night I overhear someone say, “Frankenstein has offcially entered the awards chat.” That’s one of the very reasons studios send their movies to Venice,…

In the early to mid-aughts, Los Angeles nightlife wasn’t a marketing strategy—it was a ritual, a religion. This was a sweet spot of Hollywood’s (pre-streaming) power, before social media and the World Wide Web broke the spell of secretive hedonism. Stars and starlets mingled with promoters, stylists, and publicists in dark rooms with strong drinks and weak camera flashes. They flocked to Hyde, Teddy’s at the Roosevelt Hotel, the Lounge, Joseph’s, Les Deux, the Sunset Room, Area, the Chateau Marmont; places immortalized on The Hills, in the pages of Us Weekly, and on fledgling gossip sites like TMZ and Perez Hilton. I can still see digital cameras catching the shine of MAC Lipglass, the shimmer of an Hervé Léger bandage dress undulating over a magnum of Grey Goose in a…

What is your idea of perfect happiness? Having the ability to get up in the morning with no deadlines. Walk a mile just before the sun rises; yoga after that. Eat a healthy breakfast with my coffee, sit down with a book, and start a new canvas. What is your greatest fear? Oversleeping on the biggest day of a film: when the number one star has a new costume to establish. Which historical figure do you most identify with? Rosa Parks. Which living person do you most admire? My older sister, Debbie. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself? I can’t say no to ice cream after a meal. What is the trait you most deplore in others? Miscommunication and lack of initiative. What is your greatest extravagance?…

It is a truth universally unacknowledged: A star in possession of death anxiety must be in want of an optimized body. In La-La Land, dying on schedule is C-list behavior. The ultimate performance is a life that transcends age—measured not by applause or awards, but by a perfect harmony produced by the gasp of rivals when your blood work reads 10 years younger than their last role. To endure beyond the mortal frame is not vanity, but professional destiny. In this theater, what is death but bad lighting? Glamour is eternity; eternity is glamour. When the curtain falls, let it fall on someone else. This hero’s journey is not for the faint of heart, nor for the weak of jawline. Should you dare, presented below are what 24 wellness hours…

Niko Argento believes it’s what’s on the inside that counts. He believes this because he is in the business of curating bespoke immortality for the chronically rich and famous. His conviction has made him a quiet legend among the beautiful and the damned. It’s not so much that he wants your blood, but that his very particular skills permit him to avoid the black market and get you anything you need whenever you need it—exotic peptides, a private nurse to inject them, salmon DNA, and a regenerative substance banned across all mainstream professional sports—and among the novelties and oddities available via his concierge services is his treatment to perfect and enhance what flows within your veins. Death may be inevitable, but decay is optional. For approximately $250,000 a year, Argento,…

Seconds after director Chloé Zhao called cut on the final, wrenching scene of Hamnet, the beat dropped as Rihanna’s “We Found Love” filled an intricate reproduction of the Globe Theater near London. The stars went first—Paul Mescal onstage playing young “Will” Shakespeare, Jessie Buckley stunning in the front row as his wild-hearted wife, Agnes, and Joe Alwyn as her brother, Bartholomew—surrendering to dance. Then the cast and crew joined in, with hundreds of Renaissance-costumed extras jumping and shaking in Elizabethan ecstasy. “Wigs were lost” as the troupe vibed together, Zhao remembers. “You get that from taking mushrooms, you get that from making love.” And yes, says the 43-year-old filmmaker, serene as a yoga teacher: “You get that from dancing.” Zhao is curled on a cozy green couch in her midcentury…