Dakota Johnson wore Lululemon leggings, a Calvin Klein cap, and Nike sneakers after a post-Christmas workout in Studio City on December 27, 2025.
Dakota Johnson, Studio City sidewalk, December 27. Post-Christmas workout glow still clinging. Black sports bra, leggings pulled high, body framed in Lululemon’s sculpted lines.
Cap low — Calvin Klein monogram stitched across it, a quiet flex. Sunglasses oversized, Oliver Peoples x Khaite, shielding but also declaring. Adidas socks, logo loud, tucked into Nike V2K sneakers, blue and white, almost cartoonish against the black uniform.
She carries a T-shirt, Paris Texas movie print , dangling like an afterthought. A prop, maybe, or just laundry. The gesture feels lived-in, imperfect, almost clumsy.
It’s casual chic, but also bombastic in its branding. Every piece named, every logo visible. Too strident? Maybe. Yet together, it works. A paparazzi frame turned into a catalogue of off-duty fashion.
Not just a workout exit. More like a reminder that even sweat and sunlight can be styled — logos stitched into routine, presence turned into spectacle.
Selena Gomez wore a Free People tank, Louis Vuitton mules, and Bose headphones outside Palm Beach Tan in Beverly Hills on December 27, 2025.
Selena Gomez, Beverly Hills sidewalk, December 27. White tank, simple, almost too plain. Black pants anchoring. A coat in hand, textured, dangling like she couldn’t decide whether to wear it or discard it.
On her head — magenta Bose headphones , oversized, clashing with the neutrality of the outfit. Sunglasses dark, face hidden, stride steady. And then the shoes. Louis Vuitton Sunset Comfort Mules, nude, fluffy, almost foolish glamour. Slippers turned into statement.
It’s casual chic, but also bombastic in its contradictions. Tank too bare, headphones too loud, slippers too indulgent. Yet together, they create rhythm. A paparazzi frame turned into a catalogue of off-duty choices.
Brooks Nader wore a leopard-print coat with platform boots while heading to dinner at Matsuhisa in Aspen on December 27, 2025.
Brooks Nader stepped out in Aspen, December night slick with rain, sidewalk shining. Leopard-print coat sweeping long, black gloves cutting into the look. Underneath, dark layers hidden, swallowed by the print.
Platform boots — high, heavy, almost clumsy. They gave her stride weight, a kind of frozen grit. And then the clutch. Red, small, sharp. A punctuation mark against the animal chaos.
It’s melodramatic even. Coat too loud, boots too blunt, clutch too strident. Yet together, they carried rhythm. A dinner look turned into spectacle.
