Excerpts from the April 2015 Vogue, Presented Without Commentary

Benedict might not have won the Oscar — but he certainly won the absolutely perfect girl.

[Ansel] Elgort has swiftly proved to be multifariously talented as both an EDM DJ (last month, he played Ultra Music Festival in Miami under the sobriquet Ansolo) and, particularly, as a social-media sensation.

Turns out there is such a thing as an ambitious bohemian.

I’m never one to shy away from a challenge, especially when it comes to dressing etiquette: a big gown worn with messy hair, a red lip with a pair of beat-up jeans, a twinset paired with leather pants.

Admittedly, this was Fashion Month, where being daring is as normal as drinking the next green juice, but…where were the haters?

On the morrow, Stefano and Domenico unveiled their first alta sartoria (bespoke menswear) collection in the piano nobile of a splendid Milanese mansion, lavished with Empire frescoes. That night a Weimar-cabaret mood prevailed at the designers’ celebratory party, where guests where bidden to “express yourself.” Anna Dello Russo wore a harp on her head — and the matador José María Manzanares frolicked in a giant sparkling crescent moon.

If last year was dominated by the juice cleanse, this is shaping up to be the year of the designer meal delivery.

Precious few teen superstars are afforded a chance to remake themselves as adult artists, but could Justin Bieber — the pop singer with the sad-puppy eyes, taffy-sweet tenor, and spit-polished pecs — be undergoing that alchemical transfiguration before our very eyes?

“It looks haphazard and quite informal, but every book is in the right place,” explains Nicky Dunne of the more than 4,000-volume library he curated and collected for Nina Flohr and her father, VistaJet founder Thomas Flohr, at their St. Moritz chalet.

She ran with a rubber mask on until she was exhausted, lay quietly in a dark room to measure her resting metabolic rate, stood on a machine that sent electronic signals through her body, and had photographs taken of her posture from every angle.

“You sound pretty healthy,” she said when I explained my situation. “Do you just want to be rock-star skinny?” I assured her that I simply wanted to feel comfortable on the beach without a caftan.

A filigree of gilt adds a goddess touch to the easy earthiness of the flats-and-frocks combination.

Erdem Moralioglu is a prime proponent of the newly discovered pleasures of the mid-calf swish.

[Iggy] Azalea also has a lovely visage and a willowy physique — at least from the front. But let’s face it: She is also famous for an impressive backside, an attribute that has been garnering outsize attention of late.

They looked at fabrics and a variety of lace, from fragile cotton to cobweb Chantilly. Piccioli felt “something more medieval and austere was more fitting,” and produced a stiff metallic lace of a light silvery hue worked with appropriately fecund motifs of vines and pomegranates developed from an antique fragment. A nineteenth-century loom in Switzerland was specially adapted to replicate it accurately.