Eiza Gonzalez wore a black corset-style dress with sheer detailing and minimal heels at W Magazine’s Best Performances Party in Los Angeles 2026.
At the W Magazine Best Performances Party inside the Chateau Marmont, Eiza Gonzalez stood out quietly in black–matte yet luminous under the strange pink carpet light. Her dress: a fitted, corset-style bodice with sheer panels and sequin embroidery that flickered subtly instead of shouting for it. The lower half flows into a deep-black skirt, soft but not fluid, something between silk and organza, cut just below the calves. You can almost hear the fabric whisper against itself when she moves.
Joey King wore a cream sweatshirt, dark track pants with side stripes, and white sneakers while out for lunch in Los Feliz on January 10 2026.
Midday Los Feliz light, soft and ordinary. Joey King walks with the calm rhythm of someone who doesn’t care about being seen–but of course, she is. The outfit says comfort first: a plain cream sweatshirt , slightly oversized at the cuffs, paired with dark gray track pants traced with two narrow white stripes down each leg. Nothing polished about it. Just movement, function.
In one hand she’s carrying a green jacket –folded loosely over her arm, as if she grabbed it last second–and her phone, pale orange case catching the light. White sneakers , clean but lived-in, ground the look. The kind of shoes that go from errands to brunch without question. The hair, loose and brushed forward, frames her sunglasses– tortoiseshell rectangles that tilt a bit movie-star, a little ironic under that no-makeup skin.
Emma Stone wore a Colleen Allen Keyhole Wool Jacket and Unraveled Lace Maxi Skirt with Isabel Delgado jewelry at W Magazine’s party in Los Angeles 2026.
Under the soft pink carpet glow of W Magazine’s Best Performances Party, Emma Stone looked both hesitant and deliberate–quiet power disguised as fragility. Her outfit mixed the clean lines of a Colleen Allen Keyhole Wool Jacket with the delicate mess of the Unraveled Cotton Lace Maxi Skirt , pale and sheer enough to draw the eye but not enough to feel deliberate about it. The two pieces don’t dance together; they tug, one crisp, one unraveling. That friction gives the look life.
Jewelry played the adult in the room– Isabel Delgado’s One-of-a-Kind Spessartite Wave
The look feels like a sentence written in two languages: precision and vulnerability. Allen’s tailoring loves discipline; the skirt disobeys. On Stone, that contradiction reads human, maybe the point. The whole thing recalls her work lately–the move toward quiet choices, strong in silence, refusing to chase flash.
No showmanship, no costume–just a bit of tension stitched into fabric. You blink and realize it’s the kind of look that leaves its echo, not its image.
