Adria Arjona was seen in a full-length black leather coat with faux fur trim while filming “Scorn” in Yorkshire, England, January 28, 2026.
Between takes on the Yorkshire set of her new erotic thriller Scorn , Adria Arjona didn’t break character — she just stood there, effortlessly iconic in a black-on-black winter shell that looked more noir anti-hero than actor off-duty. The coat—long, oversized, heavy—looked soaked in cinematic mood, trimmed in black faux fur so dense it blurred into the shadows where her lapels should be.
Chloe Bailey wore a red halter mermaid gown with lace corset paneling at the Go Red for Women Concert in New York City, 2026.
On the carpet at the American Heart Association’s Go Red for Women event in New York City, Chloe Bailey didn’t just show up in red — she redefined it. Hard satin glistened under camera flashes, stretched tight across a sculpted halter gown that looked part armor, part liquid light.
The top? A plunging neckline cut down low, framed by wide halter straps gathering high on the neck. Beneath the bustline, structured corset-style lace paneling revealed dimensional peeks of skin — equal parts bold and delicate. Boning defined the shape, but the sheer fabrication softened it. That tension gave the look its heartbeat.
The skirt shifted tones slightly from the upper bodice. A deeper red-mesh overlay with micro-shine caught in the fabric’s movement flowed into a subtle mermaid silhouette , hugging the hips before falling into a slight flare. Not dragging dramatically, not cut short — just long enough to feel grounded.
She paired the look with slim red sandals , a minimalist counter to all the corseted heat above. Curl-defined hair swept back with a clean center part sat effortlessly down her shoulders. Gold hoops gleamed just enough; her fingers stacked with a few delicate rings. Nails: black, pointed, sharp enough to hold a mic or a threat.
Jordyn Jones wore white shorts, tall cowboy boots, and a cropped brown tee in an equestrian-themed photoshoot captured in January 2026.
Standing beside a braided palomino and sunlit under California trees, Jordyn Jones looked less like she was posing and more like she’d just stepped out for a moment, leash in hand. Her vibe—a little country, a little play—it wasn’t styled to impress with editorial polish. This was barefoot-in-the-grass energy, just with boots on.
She wore a fitted chocolate brown baby tee , cropped to the hem of her ribs and printed with a faded white graphic. The cotton clung just enough to feel lived-in. Nothing pristine. Tucked beneath: micro white shorts , textured and ruched like summer swim or sleepwear—wrinkled in that beautifully human way. No gloss. Just sunlight, skin, and movement.
The real anchor came from the knee-high cowboy boots — leather tooled with classic western flourishes, their bulk grounding the otherwise minimal outfit. They weren’t dusty, but they weren’t perfectly polished either. Props that didn’t feel like props. A wardrobe piece actually walked in. The boots did the storytelling with tread.
