Elyse Hofer wore a red fitted workout romper and white sneakers for her RXRXCOCO January 2026 fashion photoshoot in a natural light studio.
In a studio that feels more lived-in than lit-up, Elyse Hofer stands just inside the curtain line—smiling, grounded, unfussy. No wind machine. Just hardwood floors, an aging woven rug, and a plant that looks more real than staged. For this promo shoot with RXRXCOCO , she wears a single piece of athleticwear—a red sleeveless fitness romper that’s tight, but not shouting tight. It hugs cleanly at the waist and cuts just below the hip joint, showing off movement rather than frozen lines.
The neckline sits subtly square. Not scoop, not halter. The shade lands somewhere between tomato and true red—enough warmth to feel bold in daylight, but not aggressive. She pairs it with worn-in white performance sneakers that look like they’ve actually hit pavement, maybe a little too real for a prop. But that’s what gives this moment room to breathe.
No jewelry. Bare arms. Hair untouched by hairspray. It’s part fitness portrait , part girl-at-home-just-before-Pilates. And that’s probably the point. This isn’t a glossy fashion photoshoot pretending to sell fake sweat—this is fitnesswear that actually lets the person lead.
The power here isn’t in the pose—it’s in how little she seems to need it.
Rachel Pizzolato wore a fitted black crop top and bootcut jeans at The Game’s Grammy Awards Listening Experience in Los Angeles, 2026.
There’s something unbothered about the way Rachel Pizzolato approaches daylight denim. No glitz, no spectacle. Just a clean low-rise bootcut jean , a fitted black crop top , long sleeves holding close, neckline square and clean. No heavy layering. No exaggerated styling. The kind of casual chic that works because it doesn’t shout.
The jeans are classic—dark-washed, lightly whiskered—and sit low, just enough for a sliver of skin to slice through the silhouette. She pairs them with pointed black shoes, subtle but hinting some polish underneath the denim hem. Hair styled in soft theater curls. Not stiff. Just enough movement to catch streetlight as evening settles over Los Angeles intersections.
There’s no visible bag, no coat, no performative accessories. Just a low-key confidence walking into what could’ve been a red carpet moment—or might’ve just been a Tuesday night that required showing up.
The whole thing reads less like an outfit and more like a rhythm. You see it in the way she moves—confident, gliding through a city still shaking off the daylight.
Real style doesn’t always kick down the door. Sometimes it just walks in, nails it, and keeps going.
Olivia Wilde wore a black Aje Athletica sports bra and leggings after a workout in Studio City on January 30, 2026.
Spotted walking out into sunshine with sweat still visible on her cheeks, Olivia Wilde wore what most people imagine when they think “morning reset.” No gloss. No flash. Just clean, monochrome utility worn hard. Her look? A black AJE ATHLETICA sports bra, form-hugging, barely-there with micro straps, paired with high-waisted black leggings that hold everything without making a scene.
Footwear was uniform: thick-soled black Hoka sneakers (recognizable by shape alone), made more for impact absorption than aesthetics — though they noticeably make the look feel planted. And in each hand, items of modern ritual: a white Lululemon bottle and a green phone with a minimal case. No jewelry, no watch, no fluff. Just a slightly crinkled canvas shoulder bag.
Her hair — pulled into a high ponytail — was damp enough to signal real effort. Not styled, just tied back. Sunglasses sharp, cat-eye shaped, functional but also slightly smug in the best way. The entire posture reads like exit strategy. Done, moving on. Not posing for the camera but not hiding from it either.
This is what celebrity street style looks like when it actually belongs to the street — running errands, sweat unapologetically showing, and no brand logo shouting for attention. It’s what happens when off-duty means exactly that.
Sometimes the best look is the one that leaves absolutely nothing to interpret — here’s the day, here’s the sweat, that’s it.
