Glen Powell Is Fighting for His Life (and Ratings) in Edgar Wright’s The Running Man
We’re officially counting down. Edgar Wright’s The Running Man reboot just dropped its first trailer, and we’re already out of breath. Starring Glen Powell as the lead man on the run—literally—the film is a high-octane, future-set survival game where death equals views. Think Hunger Games meets Black Mirror, but way grittier and with better hair. (Thanks, Glen.) This new adaptation stays closer to the original Stephen King novel (yep, the one he wrote under the name Richard Bachman), unlike the 1987 version that gave us Arnold Schwarzenegger and gym-core chaos. And while Arnie’s campy cult classic lives rent-free in our heads, this one leans more serious, more satirical, and way more unhinged in the best way possible. Powell plays Ben Richards, a father with nothing to lose who signs up for a kill-or-be-killed reality show just to afford medicine for his daughter. The prize? Survival. The catch? He’s being hunted across the country by professional assassins. (Honestly, would still take this over British reality TV.) The cast? Stacked. We’re talking Josh Brolin, Colman Domingo, and Michael Cera—yes, really—serving action, tension, and unexpected comic relief. Plus, there’s a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it nod to Schwarzenegger that’s already getting the OG fans emotional. Visually, Wright goes full acid-trip apocalypse—neon explosions, dystopian propaganda, and TV execs with way too much power. The film doesn’t just chase thrills; it drags mass media and spectacle culture by the collar and asks, “Are you not entertained?” The Running Man hits cinemas 7th November 2025, and between the pulse-pounding trailer, that cast, and the Stephen King stamp of chaos, it’s giving blockbuster season something to sweat about. Let the countdown—and the carnage—begin.
Diddy Cleared of Sex Trafficking and RICO Charges—But Found Guilty of This
Whew. After weeks of courtroom drama, disturbing allegations, and social media sleuthing, the jury finally returned a verdict in Sean “Diddy” Combs’ federal trial—and it’s not exactly what anyone expected. The short version? Diddy just dodged a potential life sentence. On Wednesday, June 30, jurors in Manhattan reached a decision in the hip-hop mogul’s federal sex-trafficking case. While they couldn’t come to a unanimous verdict on the biggest charge—racketeering conspiracy (aka RICO, the “you’re-going-down-for-life” charge)—they did come to a final call: Diddy was acquitted of the most serious accusations, including sex trafficking and racketeering, but was still found guilty of transporting someone across state lines for the purpose of prostitution. Let that land. The whole trial was rooted in explosive claims that Diddy used his empire and influence to allegedly control Cassie Ventura (yes, that Cassie), his longtime girlfriend, through manipulation, threats, and, frankly, some sickeningly graphic details of what insiders called drug-fueled “freak-offs” that reportedly went on for days. Like, actual days. The prosecution painted a disturbing picture: a secret double life where money, power, and fear kept victims in check. Diddy’s team, of course, pushed back hard, calling the whole case “a media circus” and claiming it was all an elaborate smear campaign. Still, the transportation charge stuck. It may not carry the weight of a RICO conviction, but it’s far from minor. Online, reactions are split. Some fans are doubling down on loyalty, others are asking the uncomfortable questions, and then there’s the rest of us—just stunned that this is where we’ve landed after decades of “Bad Boy for Life” headlines. The takeaway? It’s a complicated win for Diddy’s legal team, but far from a public redemption arc. So, no prison bars—for now. But no victory lap either. Stay tuned. Because something tells us this saga isn’t quite over.
A Week after Releasing Virgin, Lorde Teases ‘Virgin’ B-Side on X
This is not a drill. The girlies are spinning their vinyls and refreshing Lorde’s Twitter like it’s 2017 again. Just a week after releasing Virgin, her haunting, slow-burn of a fourth studio album, Lorde is already teasing the possibility of B-sides—and the fans? Fully unwell. Virgin dropped June 27 via Republic Records, after months of whispers, fan theories, and cryptic social posts that could only mean one thing: Lorde was ready to rise again. She first gave us a taste with “What Was That,” released casually (chaotically) during her NYC meet-and-greet. And naturally, we assumed that was the prelude to a full album—because Lorde only operates in full eras. Minimal, emotional, high-concept eras. And sure enough, Virgin landed, and with it, a soft TikTok wave, Google searches for “Lorde Virgin vinyl” spiking, and one fan comment that summed it all up: “And when the world needed her most, she returned.” But now? She might be feeding us more. Over on her corner of the internet (Twitter, naturally), Lorde just confessed, “We cut a song last minute because I thought it diluted the vision. Couple really good B sides knocking around actually.” Diluted the vision is so classically, devastatingly Lorde. Give us 40 seconds of piano and self-hatred, please. Of course, she didn’t say anything else. No track names. No clips. Just vibes and restraint. But if there’s one thing her fanbase knows how to do, it’s spiral responsibly. So, are we getting a Virgin (Deluxe)? A digital drop in the middle of the night that sends everyone into emotional ruin? Or is she simply reminding us that she can withhold at any time? Whatever the answer is, we’re listening. Loudly. On repeat.
Orlando Bloom Posts Cryptic Quotes While Katy Perry Misses Bezos’ Wedding (and the Shade Writes Itself)
If your ex starts posting philosophical quotes on IG after a very public no-show at a billionaire’s wedding, just know—you’re officially in your post-breakup soft-launch era. And it looks like Orlando Bloom is playing that card with full sincerity (or calculated timing—we’re still deciding). On June 30, Orlando hopped on Instagram Stories to drop a little soul-searching inspo. “The important thing is to take that first step,” he posted. “Bravely overcoming one small fear gives you the courage to take on the next.” The quote was attributed to Japanese Buddhist leader Daisaku Ikeda, but the subtext screamed “I’m doing great without you, thanks for asking.” Moments before that? A Buddha quote: “Each day is a new beginning. What we do today is what matters the most.” Right. Let’s rewind for context: Orlando showed up solo at Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sánchez’s ultra-rich, ultra-curated wedding bash, with zero Katy Perry in sight. Her excuse? She’s on tour in Australia. But according to sources, the issue runs way deeper than a scheduling conflict. “She feels like they’re really her friends more than his,” a source told the Daily Mail. And yet… he RSVP’d yes, packed a tux, and went anyway. To make it messier, Katy’s camp revealed that Orlando didn’t love her recent space mission with Sánchez (remember that all-female Blue Origin rocket crew?). Apparently, he called it “cringe” and “embarrassing” during one of their arguments. You know what’s cringier? Being publicly rude about your girlfriend’s space trip and then showing up to the host’s wedding. Now, TMZ and People are both reporting that Katy and Orlando ended their engagement right before Bezos’ wedding. Which… makes that wedding invite feel even more like a soft launch of “single Orlando enters the chat.” Meanwhile, Katy was out here posting cute selfies captioned “mood: Quokka.” (And yes, Sánchez commented: “We miss you Katy.” Girl.) Sources close to Katy say she’s adjusting to life as a single mum to four-year-old Daisy Dove. “She never saw herself being a single mom,” one insider told People. “She’s felt a lot of pressure about her tour and now this. It’s been a lot for her. She’s still doing great though.” Orlando, for his part, seems to be entering his “quotes and quiet walks” era. We’ll be here for whatever IG Story comes next.
Osas Ighodaro’s Paris Fashion Week Looks? Certified Serve, No Notes
Some outfits exist to be admired. Others? They come with a slideshow, an argument in the group chat, and at least one “where can I buy this” DM. Osas Ighodaro at Paris Fashion Week delivered both kinds—looks that didn’t just hit, they landed with intent. Let’s start from the top: Osas touched down in Paris and immediately began repping Nigerian designers like it was a mission. And honestly, it kind of was—one perfectly styled look at a time. First up was a floral blazer jacket and matching stockings by Lanre Da Silva Ajayi. Now, we’ve seen florals in Paris. We’ve seen blazers. But florals this good? On a blazer this sharp? Styled with a crisp bob and block heels that said “don’t mess with me unless you’ve walked a mile in these”? Icon behaviour. Then came her “Regal Era.” And by regal, we mean “Kate Middleton could never” energy. Osas stepped out in a two-piece set from Matopeda Atelier, topped with a fascinator that screamed brunch in Buckingham but styled like brunch in Lagos—fashion-forward with a wink. The fabric shimmered. The silhouette floated. The effect? Majestic, but make it Nigerian. And finally, the curveball: a bubble dress by Studio by Sbym. Short, sweet, and flirty without trying too hard. The subtle tailoring, the bounce in the hem, and the kind of fit that says, “I dress for fun but I still know what I’m doing.” If you weren’t taking notes, that’s on you. From one designer to the next, Osas made it clear: this wasn’t just fashion tourism—it was a soft-power move. A campaign trail for Nigerian creativity on an international stage. And the girl didn’t miss once. Now excuse us while we go make a moodboard. Or three.
Did A$AP Rocky Just Confirm Rihanna’s Having a Girl? We May Finally Have Our Fenty Princess
Fenty heiress incoming? Maybe. Possibly. Probably. Because A$AP Rocky just might’ve confirmed that Rihanna is finally having her baby girl—and the internet is in full auntie mode. Ever since Rihanna debuted her bump at the 2025 Met Gala (yes, in archival Mugler because she doesn’t play), fans have been manifesting pink. And now, thanks to Rocky’s smiley lil’ moment on the Smurfs premiere red carpet, it looks like those wishes might actually be coming true. When Entertainment Tonight asked if this was “the girl you’ve been waiting for,” Rocky smiled and replied, “It is, man, it is.” Cue chaos. He then cheekily held up a plush Smurfette (which, in case you forgot, is the character Rihanna voices in the movie) and claimed that’s who he was talking about. Sure, King. But we saw that glint in your eye. Let’s not forget Rihanna literally said in Interview last year, “I would try for my girl.” So yes, this may just be a coincidence… or it may be the softest, chicest gender reveal in history. Also worth noting: Ciara’s already manifesting baby number four. On Sherri, she let it slip that RiRi’s talking about “quatro” even though baby number tres hasn’t even arrived yet. “Straight mommy talk,” she said. And honestly? It’s giving Fenty Fertility Era. At this point, Rihanna and Rocky are building their own supercool preschool squad. They welcomed Riot in August 2023, RZA in May 2024, and baby number three is clearly en route. A source told People they’ve always wanted their kids close in age. Why? So they can all “grow up together and share a close bond.” A wholesome strategy—disguised in Balenciaga. Also, let’s not ignore the timeline. Baby #3 comes just a few months after Rocky’s February 2025 acquittal in that headline-grabbing assault trial. Which means: peace, good vibes, and family focus. Rihanna’s thriving. Rocky’s cracking dad jokes. The Fenty crib is growing. And we may finally be getting the mini fashion princess the world’s been waiting for. Now all we need is a Fenty Babywear drop and a Vogue cover with all three kids. Let’s go, Mama Rih.
Miranda Priestly Is Returning—The Devil Wears Prada Sequel Confirmed with Full Cast and Fresh Fashion Drama
The Devil Wears Prada 2 is officially in production, which means Miranda Priestly is on her way back to make your faves cry in couture. And yes—Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway, Emily Blunt, and Stanley Tucci are all locked in for the sequel. Add Kenneth Branagh to the mix (no, seriously), and you’ve got a recipe for the most chaotic, fabulous power play since Miranda threw a coat on Andrea’s desk. The release date? 1 May 2026. So go ahead and block that weekend for red lipstick, old issues of Runway, and rewatching the original like it’s a documentary. Disney confirmed the news earlier this week (because of course Disney owns fashion cinema now), and fans are already foaming at the mouth. One comment under the announcement simply read: “CINEMA IS BACK I CANT WAIT”—which honestly, mood. Now, let’s talk plot: According to Variety, the sequel will follow Miranda Priestly navigating the post-print-magazine apocalypse while trying to keep her legacy alive in a world run by influencers and algorithms. And here’s the twist: Emily (yes, that Emily) is now an exec at a luxury brand holding the purse strings Miranda desperately needs. From withering under pressure to holding the cheque? Character development! In real life, the cast has always remained high-key obsessed with each other. Emily Blunt called filming the original a “joy bomb,” and Anne Hathaway swore up and down last year that a sequel would never happen. (“It’s not gonna happen. We can’t do it.” Lies, Anne. Gorgeous lies.) But in a 2024 interview, she hinted that if something brilliant came along for the full OG cast, it’d be hard to say no. Guess that brilliant something landed—and it came with Kenneth Branagh and a very juicy script. Naturally, fans are demanding nothing short of a full-circle, fashion-fueled reunion. One tweet screamed, “FULL OG CAST OR NOTHING,” and honestly? They understood the assignment. So yes, we’re manifesting new fashion montages, another soul-crushing speech from Miranda, and hopefully, Andy’s wardrobe having a redemption arc. If Emily doesn’t have her own office with Birkin bags as pen holders, we riot.
Did Olivia Rodrigo and Sabrina Carpenter Just End the Pop Girl Cold War?
So… are Olivia Rodrigo and Sabrina Carpenter friends now? Because if those Hyde Park photos are anything to go by, we may be witnessing the final chapter of the driver’s license cinematic universe—and honestly, closure looks good on them. In a move no one had on their 2025 pop culture bingo card, Sabrina Carpenter was spotted front and centre (VIP, obviously) at Olivia Rodrigo’s Hyde Park concert in London. And not in an “oops, I just stumbled in” way—she was glowing, grinning, and wearing a sheer baby doll dress like it was her own stage. Livvies and Carpenters (yes, that’s still what we’re calling them) immediately descended into chaos. Because let’s not forget, just a few years ago, these two were locked in a passive-aggressive musical standoff over a curly-haired boy and a very unfortunate love triangle. Back in 2021, Olivia wrote the breakup ballad of Gen Z: “driver’s license,” casually referring to “that blonde girl” who made her doubt herself. The internet figured out it was Sabrina in about 3.5 seconds. Then came “Skin,” Sabrina’s lyrical clapback that tried to clear the air but just ended up stirring more dust (“He’s all on my skin”? Girl… be serious). Fast forward to now and the plot has definitely evolved. No staged photos. No red carpet buddy shots. But yes—a blurry hug, a friendly chat, and one very public appearance at Olivia’s gig. The vibes? Civil. Maybe even… warm? It’s worth noting that Olivia’s ride-or-die BFF, Conan Gray, has been hanging with Sabrina lately, reposting her music and even casting her longtime bestie Corey Fogelmanis in a video. Sabrina reposted Conan’s “Manchild” TikTok like it was nothing. Which means either: Also, can we talk about how Olivia once expertly dodged being messy about all of this? When asked if she’d ever respond to Sabrina’s “Skin,” she simply said: “I don’t know her.” Full Mariah. At age 18. We’re still recovering from the elegance of that drag. To be fair, Olivia did try to squash the drama in 2021, telling Variety, “I don’t subscribe to hating other women because of boys.” And it tracks—since then, both stars have levelled up: new albums, Grammys, world tours, and actual adult relationships. Growth! And if you’re still feeling emotional, here’s a throwback: teenage Olivia once fangirled over Sabrina’s Jimmy Fallon performance during an Instagram Live. She even sang “Why” softly on camera and said, “Go Sabrina!” Who knew the Disney girlies were always secretly rooting for each other? So while we’re not screaming “collab incoming” just yet… we’re also not not screaming it. Because the world has seen enough pop girl drama. Maybe it’s finally time for pop girl diplomacy.
Jacquemus Went Home for SS26—and Took Us All with Him
If fashion is storytelling, Jacquemus just gave us his most personal chapter yet. For his Spring/Summer 2026 show, the designer ditched the Paris runways (as usual—iconic behaviour) and staged a full-circle moment at the Palace of Versailles, specifically in L’Orangerie, where orange trees meet opulence and everything smells like a memory. The collection, titled “Le Paysan” (translation: The Peasant), wasn’t just another dreamy French fashion fantasy. It was a literal love letter to where he came from, stitched with heritage, nostalgia, and enough linen to make your grandmother weep. From the moment models floated down the runway, you could feel it: this was intimate. The kind of show that makes you think about your own childhood while simultaneously Googling how to afford a €700 raffia bag. SS26 leaned into what Jacquemus does best—sculptural silhouettes and romantic restraint. Think billowing poplin dresses that look like they were meant for barefoot walks through wheat fields (or at least, Instagram photoshoots pretending to be barefoot walks through wheat fields). English tulle, inverted aprons, sheer slips—it was pastoral, but make it fashion. Some garments were finished like vintage tablecloths, complete with an embroidered “J” monogram. Others looked like heirlooms reimagined—familiar, but recharged. White. Beige. Black. That’s it. Just the classics, with the occasional pop of colour because Jacquemus isn’t a robot. He’s still that guy who’ll throw in a neon strappy sandal just to remind you he could do minimalism, but he won’t be boring about it. Accessories took cues from the countryside too—woven raffia everything, platform espadrilles, slingbacks, and the debut of Le Valerie, a handheld bag named after his late mother. (Yes, you can cry now.) SS26 didn’t scream, it whispered. It didn’t reinvent Jacquemus—it revealed him. “Le Paysan” is deeply rooted in the soil of his childhood, his family, and the kind of rural romance that shaped his point of view. You can tell this one meant something. And in an industry obsessed with spectacle and speed, meaning still matters.
Disney Cruise Chaos: Dad Jumps Overboard to Save Daughter after falling from fourth deck of Disney Dream cruise ship
What do you do when a family vacation turns into a literal nightmare at sea? You jump. That’s what one father reportedly did after his daughter fell overboard during a Disney Dream cruise. The incident happened on Sunday, June 29, while the Disney Dream was heading back to Fort Lauderdale after a four-night Bahamas getaway. (Which, sidebar: was supposed to end with cute family selfies and maybe a Mickey-shaped waffle. Not this.) According to reports from Newsweek and USA Today, the ship had just left Disney’s private island, Lookout Cay at Lighthouse Point, when everything went sideways. A young girl allegedly fell from the fourth deck, and without hesitation, her dad jumped in right after her. Guests onboard immediately heard the dreaded announcement over the loudspeakers. And let’s be honest: this is the kind of phrase you never want to hear unless it’s part of a themed pirate dinner show. Facebook posts from fellow passengers confirmed the chaos. “Her dad went in after her,” wrote Kevin Furuta. “Right after the incident, we heard on the loudspeaker, ‘MOB Port side!!’” Another passenger, Mary Ann Sutherland, added that the dad may have sat his daughter on the railing before she fell. (Yikes. But also—parenting is hard and sometimes dumb things happen fast.) While the situation could have turned tragic, the Disney Dream crew snapped into action. According to Daily Mail, the dad managed to keep his daughter afloat for a full 20 minutes while treading choppy water. Within minutes, a rescue team launched a lifeboat and pulled both of them to safety. Passenger Janice Martin-Asuque posted video footage of the lifeboat returning, showing the pair sitting inside, alive and (miraculously) injury-free. “We commend our crew members for their exceptional skills and prompt actions,” said Disney Cruise Line in a statement. “This incident highlights the effectiveness of our safety protocols.” Translation: thank God for trained staff, lifeboats, and sheer adrenaline. So, is the dad a hero? Yes. Should we maybe rethink railings and child supervision on floating theme parks in the middle of the ocean? Also yes.