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In honor of this random holiday that you may or may not have known existed until five seconds ago, team MR rounded up our favorite sandwiches in New York City for your drooling/eating/dreaming pleasure.

Of all the fake-even-though-they’re-on-a-calendar holidays that exist because of the internet, I stand by National Sandwich Day the most. I stand by it because I stand against sad, wilt-y, leftover salads that you packed in tupperware in an effort to save money and then glare at all day while your deskmate eats pizza. I stand by it because I’ve yet to find a food that tastes worse with bread. I stand by it because when it comes to sandwiches, condiments are given as much weight as your outfit’s accessories, cheese is encouraged (to the point that lactose intolerance is often ignored for the sake of a perfect bite), chips are crunched in between and avocado is almost always appropriate. What are honorable core tenets if not those?

Click through above for photographic proof that this whatever holiday should be a real one. Warning: If you’re hungry, these photos might send you into a serious tailspin, so view at your own risk. And then tell us your favorite in the comments!

Photos by Simon Chetrit; follow him on Instagram @simonzchetrit.

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Have we entered the comedown stage in our relationship with social media consumption? That is, have we become so addicted to the drug of discovery that is endemic to apps like Instagram and sites like Pinterest that we can’t get high from them anymore? Where I once basked, marveled, shrieked in sheer delight at the sight of a new brand! Design! Collection! Stylist!, today I feel nothing. Nothing but dead inside.

I have tested this theory — that we’re addicted to a drug that can no longer get us high — on only a handful of fashion editors and media personalities, but the consensus has been one of overwhelming agreement. This is especially true for market editors, whose jobs revolve around discovery. Could it be that the press preview is making a comeback because digital lookbooks and subsequent reposting just don’t cut it anymore? Nothing, it seems, beats an in-real-life encounter.

Frankly, I’m sorry I’m saying this at all. Instagram is so wonderful for so many reasons (although it’s really not instant as the name suggests). I remember attending Ryan Roche’s fashion week presentation in Chelsea where a ballet dancer dressed in Roche was moving among similarly dressed models. She explained that she found the dancer, who is from Russia, on Instagram and flew him to New York to perform. How incredible is that? Moveable art right before our eyes! The crux of what defines experience! Ditto that for the very foundation of my career. Without Instagram (and before that, Twitter), would anyone even listen when I got on my soapbox and began to lament about whatever was ruining my lunch break in real time? Probably not. I do think it’s fair to surmise that as the fashion industry has taken to social media with such warm embrace, we’ve also lost touch with a crucial element of the fashion mechanism.

This element is difficult to describe; it doesn’t have a word, but there is a very particular feeling associated with it. It stops you short much the same way the beginning of a new season, or your first dip in an ocean after a long winter, or a window display over Christmas, might. It changes your thinking track. Everything you may have previously known as true becomes hypothetical and because of this thing, which you cannot un-see, you feel like you’ve changed.

It is delightful, it is frivolous, it is the exact release Diana Vreeland once said fashion must be from the banalities of life.

The thing is, you can’t really feel definitive freshness every day, never mind every time you open an app. Yet this is exactly how we have been conditioned to feel. Our attention spans are about the length of a tadpole and our imaginations are rarely put to work anymore. We expect to be wowed every time we plop down like fat kings, bloated in the mind, sitting on the thrones of our couches, waiting while the court jesters — those we follow — endeavor to entertain us.

If this sounds cynical, it might be. If you disagree, I’m sorry that I keep “we”-ing but in the interest of believing that misanthropy never got anyone anywhere, that we must remain positive, I also offer this: maybe the problem is us. Because we choose who we follow, right? We’re self-editing feeds to display only what we think we want, no longer allowing for the true element of discovery to creep in. Our opinions have become one-sided! Our followings, a legion of ideas that align with our own. How can we know what we really want without the disruption of what we don’t yet know?

So for whatever it’s worth, of course social media isn’t ruining fashion. That was hyperbole. That aforementioned element might be hiding, but it isn’t dead, and we’ll figure it out again. Maybe the solution is the same when it comes to the overarching question unintentionally posed by Vogue earlier this season — is street style dead? Of course not! We can’t quite treat our relationship with street style the way we used to, and the same goes for the mobile Internet. Whereas once it felt like the wild west and we truly could discover, now there are remarkable algorithms that constantly promote materials You Might Like. Life is basically a series of adjustments — getting older, losing friends, gaining new ones, moving, returning, getting hired, being fired — and what we do in the realm of virtual reality, another form of life that we live 24/7, isn’t that different. So, yeah, the high has worn off, but it will come back. It always does.

Illustration by Emily Zirimis.

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Happy Birthday Hillary! In honour of the presidential candidate’s birthday we’ve rounded up 10 of the best birthday suits…well, pantsuits that is. Hillary’s signature style has inspired us to search for a whole bunch of seriously fashionable options. The powerful politician look doesn’t have to be drab, a sharp tailored suit in a bold colour or print adds some life to the classic business uniform. If a suit isn’t part of your workwear wardrobe, experiment with one for evening. A well fitting suit can be just as flattering as your go-to LBD. Wear yours with a bow blouse, turtleneck or lingerie inspired cami for a look that is guaranteed to get lots of votes.




















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Throughout the campaign, Hillary Clinton has blasted Donald Trump for being “temperamentally unfit” and “totally unqualified” to be president. At a campaign stop in Kent, OH, she singled out his stance on nuclear weapons in particular.

“I am running against a man who says he doesn’t understand why we can’t use nuclear weapons,” Clinton told voters on Monday. “He actually said, ‘Then, why are we making them?’ And he wants more countries to have nuclear weapons — Japan, South Korea, even Saudi Arabia. Imagine nuclear weapons smack in the middle of the Middle East.”

But back in 1986, Trump bragged about his prowess with nuclear negotiations to an unlikely source: Playgirl magazine. Trump told Playgirl, which named him one of the 10 sexiest men in America that year, that he would be “the best U.S. negotiator of nuclear arms limitations with the Soviets.”

“It would take an hour and a half to learn everything there is to learn about missiles,” Trump told the magazine. “I think I know most of it anyway,” he added.

The brief interview, which ran on page 42 of the magazine’s September issue, preceded a double-page spread of full-frontal nude photos of college jocks going back to school on pages 46 and 47.

And, for the curious — Trump shared the sexiest man title with the likes of Bob Dole, Garrison Keillor, Billy Crystal, Michael J. Fox, and Bruce Willis that year.

The Trump campaign had not responded to Refinery29′s request for comment at the time of publication.

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Ekaterina Tikhonova a toujours été dans l’ombre. Les seuls projecteurs qui l’ont éclairée sont ceux qui illuminent le parquet de danse acrobatique où elle excelle depuis plusieurs années. Également cofondatrice d’un programme d’aide à la recherche scientifique avec son mari, la jeune femme de 30 ans est la seconde fille de Vladimir Poutine. Et l’incarnation parfaite d’une jeunesse aristocratique qui tient – et tiendra – les rênes du pays dans quelques années. Portrait.

Rockeuse acrobatique et femme d’affaires

En 1985 et 1986, Lioudmila Poutina et son mari Vladimir Poutine donnent naissance à deux filles : Maria et Ekaterina. Difficile d’en savoir plus tant le couple (divorcé depuis 2013) a toujours mis un point d’honneur à brouiller les pistes, allant même jusqu’à nier le lien de filiation. Si l’aînée, mariée à un riche homme d’affaires néerlandais, se fait discrète ; la plus jeune commence à faire parler d’elle.

En 2013, la cadette termine ainsi cinquième au championnat du monde de rock acrobatique, et le monde découvre les talents de cette danseuse… sans connaître sa véritable identité. Et pour cause, Ekaterina Tikhonova utilise le nom de sa grand-mère maternelle lors des compétitions officielles pour préserver son « anonymat ». Le pot aux roses n’est découvert qu’en février 2015, à l’occasion d’une vaste enquête sur l’opaque université d’État de Moscou (MSU). Si la jeune femme y a étudié durant sa jeunesse, elle fait désormais partie du conseil scientifique en tant que spécialiste en sciences mécaniques. Outre cette activité, Ekaterina Tikhonova travaille de façon officielle pour le groupe RBC, qui possède notamment des chaînes de télévision.

Côté vie privée, durant l’hiver 2013, Ekaterina Tikhonova épouse, dans la petite station de ski d’Igora, Kirill, fils de Nikolai Shamalov, un vieil ami de son père. À lui seul, le couple bâtit un empire familial. À ce stade, la fille de Vladimir Poutine et son époux sont gestionnaires d’Innopraktika, un programme controversé de 1,7 milliard de dollars visant à réformer l’université de Moscou (encore elle) et soutenir les prouesses scientifiques russes. Or, l’organisme est connu pour être financé par d’importants donateurs, dont Nikolai Tokarev, Sergei Chemezov et Igor Sechin, trois anciens collègues de l’actuel président de la Fédération du Russie durant ses années au KGB, les services secrets russes. De plus, parmi les collaborateurs d’Innopraktika figurent deux entreprises – Sibur et Gazprombank – dirigées par Kirill Shamalov en personne avec son frère Iouri. Le business des époux semble par conséquent fonctionner en circuit « fermé ».

Conflit d’intérêts

Le couple formé par Kirill Shamalov et Ekaterina Tikhonova est le parfait exemple de cette deuxième génération d’oligarques proches du pouvoir, originaires d’un cercle restreint et fils des plus grands actionnaires et dirigeants de la Russie. Selon Reuters, la fille de Vladimir Poutine et son époux seraient à la tête d’une fortune estimée à plus de deux milliards de dollars, collectés en partie grâce aux investissements dans les usines pétrochimiques. En outre, Shamalov serait également propriétaire d’une demeure à Biarritz valant 3,7 millions de dollars.

Université de Moscou, Innopraktika, usines pétrochimiques… Le business bâti autour d’Ekaterina Tikhonova est souvent pointé du doigt par les opposants de Vladimir Poutine, dont Alexeï Navalny, qui crient au conflit d’intérêts. Accusations balayées d’un revers de manche par le président de la Fédération de Russie : « Je ne discute jamais des questions liées aux membres de ma famille. Ils ne font ni des affaires ni de la politique, ils ne prétendent à rien ». Si ce n’est suivre l’exemple paternel ?

La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine
Le magazine Stars and Advice a sorti un calendrier à l’effigie du dirigeant. Au programme chaque mois, une photo et une citation, pour se motiver…
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La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

Vladimir Poutine avec son épouse Luydmila et sa fille Katya. Eté 1985.

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La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

L’ex-épouse de Poutine pendant ses études. St Petersbourg, 1970.

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La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

Le président Poutine et son ex-épouse Lyudmila à une réception au Kremlin. En 2013, ils divorcent mais restent proches. Moscou, 2000.

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La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine
La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine
La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine
La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine
La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine
La vie rêvée de Vladimir Poutine

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