Excerpts From the May 2015 Vogue, Presented Without Commentary

Aymeline Valade is a 30-year-old, arrestingly epicene Frenchwoman whose cheekbones could draw blood and whose modeling mystique has attracted everyone from Nicolas Ghesquière to Alexander Wang — and, now, director Bertrand Bonello, whose new film Saint Laurent, out May 8, features her as Yves’s muse Betty Catroux. Just don’t call Valade an actress.

There are few occasions for which one feels more pressure to find the perfect dress than the Metropolitan Museum’s annual Costume Institute Gala.

Dreaming of Orientalism, I found myself in desperate need of guidance, and as good fortune would have it, whom did I find myself seated next to at a dinner for Delfina Delettrez?

But when we bumped into each other again the next morning at Rome’s stunning but lesser-known Palazzo Doria Pamphilj — home to masterworks by Velázquez, Bruegel, and Caravaggio, to name but a few — well, I knew then we were certain to be on the same page!

For Daniel de la Falaise, food has always been a family affair. His great-grandmother Rhoda watered her rosebushes with lobster bisque.

Filled with tips for the aspiring gentleman farmer, from how to store your cold-pressed olive oil to when one should expect mirabelle plums, the collection also includes recipes for every course.

The last time I visited Berlin was a decade ago, for Mario Testino’s divinely decadent fiftieth-birthday party, where Kate Moss channeled Sally Bowles in black tap shorts and sequins and I went full-on Brassaï in a floor-length tuxedo skirt from Jean Paul Gaultier and Weimar shoes that Christian Louboutin made me with heels so high I could barely walk the following day.

A chance meeting with Countess Livia Branca di Romanico, the palace’s proprietor, led him to what is now both Aquazzura’s home and his own.

My idea of a relaxing getaway is strolling around the Porte de Clignancourt flea market in search of a velvet opera coat.

The year may now be 2015, but I’m in my 30s, and surely it’s not the time to go experimental (unless it’s the daring of a Courrèges mini from 1stdibs).

“It’s primal; it’s a very Zen sport,” he says. “We have several clients who have archery ranges in their offices.”

Just in time for long summer weekends, the duo behind Provincetown’s Salt House Inn unveils a freshly revamped Chequit on Shelter Island, tucked between Long Island’s North and South Forks.