Shay Mitchell balances elegance with ease in her January 2026 shoot, black outfit against ornate décor, fries in hand.
In her January 2026 photoshoot, Shay Mitchell sits back in a yellow armchair, dressed in black with pointed heels, plate of fries balanced casually in her hand. The room is ornate — patterned carpet, paneled walls, a round table nearby. It’s a mix of luxury and everyday, the kind of scene that feels both staged and strangely normal.
The outfit is sharp, decorative touches catching the light, but the act of eating fries pulls it down to earth. It’s not glamour in the usual sense. It’s more like a wink — fashion that doesn’t mind being interrupted by ketchup.
The juxtaposition works. Elegant setting, casual gesture. A reminder that style doesn’t always need to be untouchable. Sometimes it’s just sitting in a chair, enjoying fries, while the camera keeps rolling.
Shay Mitchell wore a black embellished suit with draped detailing at the Zuhair Murad Haute Couture Spring 2026 show in Paris.
At the Zuhair Murad Haute Couture Spring/Summer 2026 show in Paris, Shay Mitchell walked in with a look that didn’t lean romantic or reckless — it felt architectural. Softly severe. Like a whispered warning in silk.
She wore a structured black suit, but not the expected kind. Yes, the tailoring was blunt: wide-leg trousers that floated down to the floor, the sharp tip of black stiletto boots slicing out at the hem. But the top half broke convention — a jacket with deliberate asymmetry, draped across her torso like a scarf had been stitched in permanently. The lapel swallowed the neckline. On one side, ornamental metal rings and draped chains created a line of subtle tension. Something between jewelry and hardware. Nothing sparkled, but everything caught light.
The fabric looked expensive in that specific way heavy crepe does — matte unless touched by flash, dense enough to cast its own shadow. Sleeves went long. There was no shirt underneath. Just skin, structure, and the type of confidence that doesn’t blink.
Hair was pulled back, tight and glossy. Makeup focused upward — smoky liner, lifted cheekbone. No clutch in hand. No over-styled extras.
Lauren Jauregui wore a sleeveless printed trench dress with black pumps at the EZMNY JammJam in Los Angeles on January 28, 2026.
The centerpiece was a sleeveless trench dress , artfully cinched and double-breasted, in a jet black base lit up by literal strokes of molten orange and flame-gold. The abstract print resembled something between brush burn and atmospheric drag—uneven, painterly, slightly dangerous. The lapels sat loose but controlled, hinting at structure without making the dress stiff.
Waist cinched tight with a black belt. Below that, the hem skimmed past mid-shin. Not a single ruffle, slit, or unnecessary flirt. Cold elegance.
She finished it with classic black pointed-toe heels , minimal and grounded. Jewelry stayed out of the shot. Hair fell long, parted to the side—glossy, with texture, the kind that looks finger-styled and left alone. Makeup sharp but neutral; brows forward; lips muffled mauve.
It was a look less concerned with attention, more interested in setting a matchstick down and walking away before the spark starts.
