Elsa Hosk wore a ribbed Alo cashmere set, yellow sneakers, and The Row bag in a studio-style shoot posted January 26, 2026.
Curled sideways in a vintage classroom chair, Elsa Hosk didn’t so much pose for a studio portrait as fold herself into it. Every detail felt repurposed — wood-paneled wall, terrazzo floor, muted afternoon — right down to the deliberate slump in her posture. Effortless, but more likely orchestrated in its control.
She wore a full Alo Yoga wool cashmere ribbed set in a soft oatmeal tone. The Noble crewneck sweater hung light with both sleeves rolled to forearm length; the Noble shorts , just visible under her seated legs, hugged like thermal base layers. Cozy, yes — but precisive. A little luxe, a little sport. Movement-ready but still fashion-facing.
On her feet: the Alo Yoga Sunset sneakers in Candlelight Yellow , paired with Lettuce Edge Crew Socks in a similar tone. Matching but textured, like dipping two shades into the same palette. Nothing screamed branding. Everything just… nestled. In her lap, an off-white East-West tote from The Row , slung by one top handle, its curve echoing the frame of the wood chair. Quiet luxury in literal carry-on form.
Up top, a sharp pair of Saint Laurent SL 751 Jeanne oval eyeglasses — reddish acetate frames, slightly vintage, slightly thrown-on. Her hair moved in controlled bendy waves, pinned back loosely on one side. The only real shine came from her Tiffany Soleste Oval Engagement Ring , visible just once, like a blink.
This was a look built on softness — not to disappear, but to argue that comfort can still carry weight.
Elsa Hosk wore a suede trench, pointed pumps, and a rust-colored carryall outdoors in a soft sunlit shoot on January 26, 2026.
Somewhere between evergreen hedges and champagne daylight, Elsa Hosk stood still in what felt like an accidental editorial — heavy sun casting streaks across her suede trench like a light leak caught on 35mm. Her silhouette was long, sealed, precise. Minimal color. Maximum texture.
She wore a full-length trench in soft, structured suede — taupe/burnished olive depending on the direction of the sun. It’s belted at the waist, double-breasted in a way that didn’t overpower. Buttoned clean. Rolled shoulders give it a faint 1940s military polish without shouting vintage.
Everything else was held just below the threshold of attention. Caramel leather gloves clung at the wrist. Her heels, narrow, black, angular — barely showing but unmistakable beneath the hem. In her hand: a structured, rust-toned east-west satchel , large enough for a novel, a scarf, a secret. Tucked in its side: a folded coat or fur piece, dangling out like something she’d meant to leave behind but changed her mind last minute. No logos. Just shapes and weight.
Then, the extras: oversized curved shield sunglasses , futuristic and clean. Platinum hair, loose but not carefree. Her mouth slightly open as if mid-thought. No jewelry visible. And that was the charm — nothing begged for attention. The look didn’t ask questions. It answered them before you needed to ask.
Alix Earle wore Jacquemus x Nike sneakers and an Hermes Birkin bag in a relaxed mirror snap shared to Instagram on January 27, 2026.
In a beige-toned walk-in closet somewhere luxurious and dim-lit, Alix Earle delivered an off-the-cuff studio portrait that Instagram almost missed as a flex. Head down, shades on, a neutral face — intentional or tired, either works. But don’t let the quiet light fool you — this was a loaded outfit.
She wore a soft cream Sporty & Rich x Hotel du Cap Eden Roc Crest Hat , pulled low but crisp, pairing perfectly with the oversize wool trench that draped her frame with no hurry. Underneath? A glimpse of charcoal rib-knit sleeves peeking just enough to remind you it’s layered, not lazy.
In one hand: a black Hermes Birkin travel bag — the kind of imposing silhouette that rearranges the energy of a doorway. It droops slightly, heavy from wear or real stuff inside — either way, it lives there. Look closer: her sneakers are Jacquemus + Nike Moon Shoes , uniquely structured, curved in profile, futuristic but softened by repetition across TikTok fit checks.
Loose black pants skim the ground. No visible logos. No static pop of styling. Bundled realness. This wasn’t “just threw it on”; it was playing the long game of high fashion that forgets the camera’s there.
Some outfits whisper with volume. This one spoke on mute — but left nothing unsaid.
