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.
Brooks Nader wore a form-fitting long red dress with gold heels at the Clarins Galentine’s Affair in Los Angeles on January 29, 2026.
At the Clarins Sugar & Shine Galentine’s Affair in Los Angeles, Brooks Nader walked the carpet in a red that didn’t whisper. No gradients. No shimmer. Just full-bodied scarlet, matte and sure of itself. The dress was long and clean — fitted through the body with enough stretch to hug fully without gripping. No frill at the hem, no overly architectural neckline — just a scoop deep enough to suggest drama, not demand it.
Shoulders sat strong, padded but subtle, creating a quiet power frame that worked especially well against the soft carpet and branding wall pinks. A matching belt — in red, same tone, same texture — helped break the surface tension, cinched neatly with a gold clasp that felt vintage-government-issued more than red carpet accessory. Confidence, not costume.
Gold heels, open-toed, thin straps — the kind that disappear from the ankle down. Her earrings pulled upward — circular, sculptural, mid-century energy. Hair was set back with the sort of ease that rarely comes easy: face fully revealed, a tucked strand here, a stubborn swoop there.
No purse. No loud stylist signature. This wasn’t a look trying to go viral. It was just showing up and choosing clarity over noise.
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.
