Rhiannon Walters appears in Paes The Label’s 2026 editorial, photographed in three distinct outfits that highlight texture, color, and natural rhythm.
Look One
Barefoot on the beach at sunset. A halter-neck dress, floral pattern in pinks and oranges, slit high, neckline plunging. Hoop earrings, necklace, bracelet. The sky painted in matching tones, fabric blending with the horizon. The pose steady, gaze direct.
Look Two
Against rocks, sand at the base. Sleeveless top with oversized bow on one shoulder, matching skirt. Fabric soft, abstract floral in pale yellow and white. Buttons and slit adding structure. Starfish earrings playful, echoing the coastal setting.
Look Three
Arms raised, ocean behind. Bright pink floral scarf top, orange lace pants. The colors loud, unapologetic. Sky filled with pink and orange clouds, fabric almost dissolving into the scene. The look feels improvised, raw, yet deliberate.
Her styling here: deliberate contrasts. Sunset tones against floral fabric, pale yellow softness against stone, neon clash against lace. Together they form a fashion spread stitched from fragments. A celebrity photoshoot that resists glamour excess, leaning instead into texture, tone, and mood.
The critic’s note: Walters’s editorial wasn’t about spectacle. It was about fragments — slit high, bow oversized, scarf loud. A styled shoot reframed into something tougher, more authentic.
Rihanna wore a copper satin slip dress and cropped olive bomber jacket to the Don’t Be Dumb album release party in New York City.
It’s January in New York–damp, biting, unforgiving–yet here is Rihanna outside the Don’t Be Dumb release party, effectively ignoring the thermodynamics of winter. She stepped out Thursday night to support A$AP Rocky, wearing a look that feels less like a calculated stylist pull and more like a mood board for late-night indecision. The base is a copper satin slip, liquid and heavy, clinging with that specific bias-cut unforgiveness. Over it, she threw on a cropped olive bomber jacket with a shearling collar–a necessary piece of friction against all that delicate shine.
She anchors the outfit with barely-there metallic sandals, a choice that screams car-to-door luxury rather than pedestrian reality. It’s a study in celebrity style that relies entirely on attitude to sell the disparity between the utilitarian outerwear and the bedroom dress. A massive gold feline choker sits at the throat, adding a layer of aggressive wealth to an otherwise relaxed silhouette.
Emilia Clarke wore a navy Alaia curved hooded wool coat with burgundy ankle boots while walking through Midtown New York in 2026.
Mid-January wind cuts down 6th Avenue, and Emilia Clarke answers with architecture: the Alaia Wool Curved Coat in ink-blue, hood pulled up, shoulders sculpted like quiet armor. It is a quick flash of street style –filed now in the living archive of celebrity street style –caught between stoplights and car horns. Double-breasted buttons disappear into the thick felt; her hands vanish into deep pockets. Only a peek of burgundy ankle boots breaks the monochrome, a small rebellion under the floor-length sweep. Winter dressing has swung maximal–puffer capes, faux-fur yetis–yet Clarke leans monastic. The coat’s curved seams echo Alaia’s body-skimming DNA, but blown up, as if the brand sketched a cocoon and then sliced it for city use. It’s a lesson in shrinking the noise without dulling the line.
