Year: 2025

Genevieve Nnaji Reminded Everyone Who’s Actually Been Doing Soft Luxury Since Before It Had a Name

Some women wear wrap dresses. Genevieve Nnaji inhabits them. The elusive screen queen made a rare (and welcome) public appearance at Rita Dominic’s birthday soirée in London—and looked like she’d been plucked from an Issa Rae-directed Nollywood-meets-Bond-Girl crossover in the best possible way. Genevieve arrived in a dark brown maxi wrap dress that quite literally whispered “old money elegance” in every movement. Paired with golden strap heels and the kind of glowing skin that makes you consider deleting your skincare stash and starting over, she didn’t just show up—she set the tone. But the real moment came in the now-viral image of Rita—birthday girl, glam in her own right—perched on Genevieve’s lap. Two Nollywood icons. One frame. No caption needed. Just vibes, velvet energy, and the internet screaming “THIS is what friendship goals actually looks like.” Topping it all off? A glorious halo of afro curls, confirming what we’ve always known: Genevieve Nnaji does not age, she ascends. The whole look channeled regal restraint. No try-hard glitz, no hyper-trendy silhouettes. Just a draped wrap dress and the kind of poise you either have or you don’t. And can we talk about that dress again? The wrap style is one of fashion’s few true shape-shifters—it flatters, it flows, and it’s quietly flirty without ever yelling about it. When Genevieve wears it, though? It transcends trends entirely. It becomes a reminder—that style doesn’t shout. It just walks in, takes its seat, and suddenly everyone else is overdressed and underwhelming.

Niovo’s Rose-Sleeved Dress Is the Bloom Moment You Need

Florals for summer? Groundbreaking. But Niovo’s latest satin drop doesn’t just flirt with the idea—it takes it all the way to full bloom. The standout feature? Rose petals delicately hanging from the sleeves, giving this dress a sculptural, almost storybook softness. Add in the high-gloss satin finish and a bold, citrus-bright colourway, and you’ve got a look that doesn’t whisper summer—it sings it. Enter Njideka and Simisanya, who understood the assignment and ran with it. Styled to perfection, both fashionistas served their own version of bloomcore, adding floral earrings that mirrored the petal sleeves and handbags that matched the energy without competing for attention. One went with strappy block heels, the other leaned into classic pointed pumps—and honestly, both worked like a charm. What’s striking here isn’t just the dress itself (although, let’s be real, it is stunning). It’s the way they styled it: confident, expressive, and layered with subtle nods to seasonal femininity without tipping into cliché. Niovo’s rose-sleeved satin dress isn’t just a pretty moment. It’s the summer dress for anyone ready to own their soft power—petals and all.

Doja Cat Says “L’album est complet”—What We Know So Far

Doja Cat has entered the chat. Again. And this time, it’s French. On July 21, the Say So singer/rapper/internet gremlin dropped the line “L’album est complet” on Twitter (or whatever we’re calling it now). Translation: The album is complete. Emoji of choice? A croissant. Because of course. Naturally, the tweet sent stan Twitter straight into detective mode. Is the French caption a nod to the album’s title? (Vie, which means “life,” because yes, even chaos agents love a soft rebrand.) Is the croissant an Easter egg? A visual metaphor? A gluten-forward cry for help? TBD. What we do know: the vibes are shifting. Hard. Let’s set the scene. It’s the 2025 Oscars. Doja struts in with split-dye blonde and black hair, looking like Grace Jones’ cyberpunk daughter. The tweet goes up. She wipes nearly all past posts from her feed. She changes her location to “my ass.” Her header? Something sultry enough to get banned in three countries. In other words: we’re not in Hot Pink anymore, Toto. And while we’re on the subject: Doja hated her earlier pop era. She called Planet Her and Hot Pink “cash grabs,” told fans they were “duped,” and swore off the pop princess pipeline with a one-way ticket to Somewhere Real. “Now I can go disappear somewhere and touch grass,” she once wrote. “While y’all weep for mediocre pop.” (Iconic.) Her 2023 album Scarlet offered a glimpse of that pivot—artsy, dark, under-promoted, and possibly just a vibe check for what’s to come. But Vie? This one feels different. If Scarlet was her “don’t text me” soft launch, Vie is the “I turned off read receipts and got a stylist who knows the archives” rebrand. Every new photo, every hairstyle, every tweet screams: conceptual era loading. The Grace Jones comparisons? Not a reach. The flat top, the jagged silhouettes, the disdainful side-eyes? All giving OG fashion girl. Honestly, we wouldn’t be shocked if Doja pulled up to her next performance on a horse in full Mugler. No release date. No tracklist. No track titles. Just the cryptic, couture chaos we’ve come to expect. And fans? Already plotting fictional rollouts like it’s their 9–5. Whatever Vie ends up being—experimental jazz-rap? Parisian disco-metal?—we’re here for the drama, the visuals, the trolling, and the probably-great-but-also-deliberately-unmarketable music. Stay tuned for more updates on her new era.

You’ve Got To See How The Stars Served Green & Gold For Seyi Vodi At 50

Seyi Vodi

If you’re going to turn 50 as a Nigerian fashion mogul, best believe the vibes will be immaculate. Seyi Vodi, aka the tailoring kingpin of Vodi Group, just celebrated his big 5-0, and the turnout looked less like a birthday party and more like a fashion-forward version of The Great Gatsby: Lagos Edition. The theme? Luxury. The mood? Stylish opulence meets grown-folk elegance. The guest list? Basically Nollywood meets the business elite meets your fave influencers on their best behavior. Let’s start with Funke Akindele because, well, she understood the assignment. Homegirl showed up in a sculpted gown so dramatic it could’ve hosted its own afterparty—drenched in deep green and glints of gold, with butterfly-esque wings that said, “Yes, I’m the main character… again.” Meanwhile, Ini Edo kept it sleek and sultry in a body-skimming gown with soft green accents, proving once again that minimalism and maximum impact can be friends. And then there’s Kate Henshaw (who just so happens to share the same birthday with the celebrant), floating in with her signature ageless energy and a look that whispered, I’ve been doing this longer than your faves, and I have the cheekbones to prove it. The men didn’t slack either. Uzee Usman gave us classic agbada charm with gold embroidery and a striped green-and-white asooke cap that said, “I have taste and a stylist.” Obi Cubana arrived like a man who understands tradition is the real flex, rocking crisp white agbada and that iconic Igbo red cap that practically deserves its own brand deal. But beyond the clothes (which, let’s be honest, we were all watching), the night was full of warm conversations, quiet toasts, whispered side-chats, and maybe one or two group photos that broke at least three Instagram explore pages. A golden celebration for the man who built an empire on suits, stitching, and signature style. Here’s to Seyi Vodi—still tailored, still timeless, and still turning every guest list into a fashion moment.

Sydney Sweeney Got Jacked, Bruised, and Bloody for Her New Role

Sydney Sweeney has traded lip gloss and lace for blood, bruises, and boxing gloves—and no, this is not an Euphoria plot twist. The actress is starring in Christy, a biopic about the legendary boxer Christy Martin, and it’s easily her most intense, most physically unrecognisable role yet. The “coquette-core” era? Consider it retired. The first images just dropped, and let’s be clear—this isn’t your average “serious role” glow-down. Sydney transformed. Like, “are we sure that’s the same person who seduced Glen Powell while sipping tequila on a boat?” levels of transformed. One fan even said it was giving Charlize Theron in Monster—and honestly, not wrong. In Christy, she plays the trailblazing female boxer who broke into a violently male-dominated sport, got famous fighting on a Tyson undercard (iconic), and survived actual attempted murder by her husband-slash-trainer. It’s not a biopic. It’s a full-body exorcism of Sydney’s rom-com comfort zone. And it already smells like awards bait. Directed by David Michôd, co-written with Mirrah Foulkes, and with Christy Martin herself involved (because authenticity matters when you’ve literally survived everything), the film doesn’t shy away from the mess—addiction, trauma, identity crisis, and violence both in and out of the ring. And Sydney? She’s not playing around. She trained for months. Built muscle. Lost her size 23 waist. Gained thighs that probably fear no man. In her own words to W Magazine: “I didn’t fit in any of my clothes… My boobs got bigger. And my butt got huge. I was like, Oh my god. But it was amazing: I was so strong, like crazy strong.” Forget the glam squads and custom corsets. This time, Sydney’s power is protein shakes and pain. The film premieres at TIFF in September 2025 (yes, start prepping your Oscars predictions), and while the global release date is still TBD, the hype has already laced its gloves and stepped into the ring. If Christy lands the way it’s shaping up to, this could be the role that officially takes Sydney from hot-girl-next-door to “she’s got range” territory. Because behind all the sweat and broken ribs? A story about survival, legacy, and reclaiming power—mess and all.