Candice Bergen—the puppeteer’s daughter, fashion muse, acclaimed actress, doting “Toto” (what her grandkids call her), reclusive handbag artist (slide 6), and all-around wonder woman—turned 80 this weekend. I can think of a zillion reasons to celebrate her, starting with the Vogue covers and twirls at the Black and White Ball in the ’60s, and culminating in my childhood obsession with Murphy Brown, the razor-sharp sitcom that made intelligence, ambition, and shoulder pads look impossibly chic. (Fun fact: after winning five Emmys for the role, Candice actually removed herself from consideration to spread the wealth.) Don’t even get me started on the cultural contributions of the likes of Enid Frick, Kathy Morningside, and Mayor Kate Hennings! When I got to New York, Candice was one of those larger-than-life women who represented the fantasy of the city to me: witty, elegant, intimidating—in the best way—and always in on the joke. Then I got to know her and realized the real thing is even better. As if all that weren’t enough, she also brought into the world a daughter who is very much a chip off the block, Chloe Malle. Happy birthday, CanCan. Sending you so much ❤️
A party without Poppy Delevingne is just a meeting. To celebrate your 40th (!), I just went through our pictures together and realized we’ve done Burning Man, Bungalow 8 (second pic!), Beijing Fashion Week—and that’s just the Bs. I love you through the whole alphabet, Pop. Over the last two decades, you’ve remained the same wildly fun (too wild?), deeply loyal, impossibly fabulous friend who makes the world feel brighter simply by being in it. Looking forward to many, many more chapters together. Happy 40th birthday! 🥂
Last night was a good night for New York! We hosted the opening of the new @primark store in Herald Square, the Knicks won a playoff game in Madison Square Garden, and I got to third-wheel a date with SJP and Andy Cohen. Thanks to my friends at Primark for having me, Kim Petras for DJing, and to whoever kept serving me Jell-O shots. The new flagship opens tomorrow—four stories that have something for everyone, even my kiddos, who now have head-to-toe K Pop Demon Hunters wardrobes. Congratulations on a spectacular night! #ad
Biarritz wasn’t just the backdrop—it was the basis of everything.
Before Coco, the woman, made Paris synonymous with Chanel, the brand, she found something freer, saltier, and more subversive on France’s Basque coast. She opened a dress shop here in 1915—three years before the one on rue Cambon—inspired by its collision of aristocrats and artists, sailors and fishermen. Here, she began refining what would become the enduring codes of the house: a fascination with Art Deco (mirrors, always mirrors), sailor stripes, sweaters borrowed from the docks, and a mastery of jersey that liberated women into a whole new world.
Yesterday, Matthieu Blazy continued that tradition, presenting a collection that balanced seaside pragmatism with high-gloss fantasy a few blocks from where it all began. He opened with a Little Black Dress—a nod to Chanel’s invention of the now-essential LBD exactly 100 years ago—and closed with two mermaid gowns, their couture-quality scales catching the light like the ocean at dusk.
The night before, we had dinner at Les Halles de Biarritz, a bustling market of fresh fish, local produce, cheeses, chocolates, and Basque specialties—and the best crêpes I have ever tasted. (The trick: a squeeze of lemon over sugar.) I listened as Matthieu and Sofia Coppola shared their admiration for florist Thierry Boutemy, who collaborated with interior designer Martin Brûlé on the runway set. The next day, we visited Champ Lacombe, Lucy Chadwick’s gallery here, which was presenting works by Franco Mazzucchelli, the Italian postwar artist who played—pun intended—with abstract inflatables.
At the show, I had the good fortune of arriving just before Nicole Kidman, which meant I could watch her glide in wearing the slinky, backless final look from Matthieu’s fall show in Paris—the crowd parted and gasped. At the after-party, ASAP Rocky performed, repeatedly calling out Chanel as “Cha Na Na for life.” For Chanel, a homecoming.
I saw so many incredible things at my first ever trip to Salone del Mobile it took me two days to edit these photos. (And there’s a lot more on my Substack.) Grazie mille, Milano! 🪑😍🇮🇹🍝🪞🛋️
Mindy Kaling and Derek Blasberg step into Palazzo Ralph Lauren for a tour and conversation on Ralph Lauren’s Fall 2026 #RalphLaurenHome collection and iconic design philosophy—one that moves effortlessly between style worlds and inspiration.
Watch the full video on YouTube via the link in bio.
#RalphLauren #MilanDesignWeek
What if we told you there is a fashion show anyone can get into? French fashion influencer @ly.as is bringing fashion shows to the world with his open-to-everyone livestream screening series, @LaWatchParty . At the link in our bio, @DerekBlasberg talks to Lyas, whose standing-room-only soirées have become the hottest ticket for fashion superfans—and the occasional supermodel.
Let’s talk about our last seven days in LA, which were a mix of fashion, film, contemporary art, and—yes—higher education.
I’m in sunny California, suffering from a case of temperature whiplash. Yesterday, it got up to 94 degrees. When I left New York, there was still ice on the ground. Suffice it to say, I don’t want to leave anytime soon.
The main reason I’m on the West Coast is that Sunday night was the Oscars, of course. I’ve been writing about red carpets and fashion parties for my entire career, and I’ve been on the masthead of @vanityfair , the unofficial chronicler of these festivities, for a decade and a half.
This is our Super Bowl!
What’s changed over the years—the first Academy Awards ceremony was in 1928—is how Hollywood’s biggest night has become the anchor to what is, essentially, a fifth fashion week.
In addition to Oscar night, the week is full of ancillary events—soirées from Chanel, Dior, and Giorgio Armani; an opening for Jonas Wood at Gagosian; a lunch hosted by local legend and recent memoirist Barry Diller; and even a tour of the University of Southern California with alumna @thelsd .
Is it exhausting? Sure. Do I love it? Absolutely. I was the kid who taped the Oscars telecast on a VCR so I could rewatch my favorite speeches.
But enough nostalgia. Let’s get to the highlights!
KEEP READING ON MY SUBSTACK ✍️
