Kylie Jenner reunites with Timothee Chalamet in France... after partying with her gal pals
The 27-year-old makeup mogul and 29-year-old A Complete Unknown actor held hands during a group outing in the south of France.
The lovebirds were flocked by security personnel while they were each dressed fashionably for the beach day.
Jenner accentuated her curves in a leg-baring ivory mini dress with nautical stripes.
And for his part, Chalamet was clad in a green, navy, and white Nigeria soccer jersey.
His effort to fly under the radar with a green-and-white bandana over his blue Nike cap was a failure but did earn him points for creativity.
Kylie showed off her surgically enhanced chest, whose breast implant details she recently revealed, in her vacation look.
Her thick and lustrous dark locks were down, falling down her back in a lightly tousled texture.
The mom-of-two, who shares seven-year-old daughter Stormi and three-year-old son Aire with ex Travis Scott, added narrow black sunglasses.
Underneath the shades, her visage was softly made up with matte products from her Kylie Cosmetics range.
Joining the couple was Kylie's older sister, 29-year-old model Kendall Jenner.
The catwalk queen looked runway-ready in a figure-hugging little black dress that grazed her thighs.
She accented her look with a gray and white pinstripe scarf, which she stylishly draped over her neck.
The 818 Tequila founder slipped her feet into a pair of black thong sandals with a heel, and she slung a brown purse over her shoulder.
The lovebirds were flocked by security personnel while they were each dressed fashionably for the beach day
Jenner accented her look with a gray and white pinstripe scarf
The French holiday comes days after eagle-eyed fans noticed that the billionaire reality television star recently started following Timothée on Instagram.
The notoriously private couple had previously not shown any signs of their romance on social media.
For his part, the Call Me By Your Name star does not follow anyone on Instagram, where he boasts 19.7 million followers.
Insiders revealed earlier this year that Jenner and Chalamet have agreed to a set of stipulations regarding their relationship.
While the twosome have started attending public events together, they do not post each other online.
And Timothée will not appear on Kylie's family Hulu series The Kardashians.
Chalamet was clad in a green, navy, and white Nigeria soccer jersey and matching Nike hat topped with a green and white bandana
Jenner appeared to be in great spirits as she flashed a smile while in conversation
Before their French excursion, the two were most recently seen publicly during the NBA playoff games, with the duo sharing kisses courtside as they cheered on the actor's beloved New York Knicks.
Jenner and Chalamet began dating around April 2023, but did not make their red carpet debut until the 70th David Di Donatello Awards in May 2025.
A source revealed to Us Weekly around the same time that the lovebirds are 'practically living together.'
'Kylie's really happy and relieved they finally made their debut. It was time and she wanted to publicly support him and show how proud of him she is,' the insider shared. 'She and Timothée have gotten really serious, and this was a big step.'
The person close to the stars also divulged, 'They are practically living together at this point, as he stays at her house often when he is not working. He has been fully integrated into her life.'
And it was said that 'everything is going really well' between the two.
Before falling in love with Timothée, Kylie was in a four-year on-off romance with rapper Travis Scott.
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'I was bullying my body into thinking it wasn't that bad and my mind was overcoming the greatest odds it's ever come up against. My mind was saying, 'Nah!' It was part stubbornness. 'I don't want to lose this battle, this game', but the deeper part, the zoomed-out part, is I had so much to live for. I had a bunch of people waiting for me to go skiing!' He smiles. He knows it was a ridiculous thing to be thinking, but it kept him going. 'I didn't want to let them down. That became such a big thing.' But, of course, there was more to it than willpower. Last year, he released his second album of largely self-penned songs. Love and Titanium is about the accident, and so called because these are another two things that have helped him pull through – the love of family and friends, and the titanium that has helped fix all those broken bones. He was also extremely lucky. Nobody gave him much hope at the time – Alex, Kovach and Fletcher, the medical team who helicoptered him to hospital, the paramedic who pierced his chest cavity to enable him to breathe more easily, all thought he was a goner. 'That guy who impaled my chest to release the pressure was a friend of a friend, and he called my friend after he did it and he said, 'We did the best we could.'' Almost as amazing as his survival was the fact that he only stayed 12 days in hospital. In fact, high on morphine and fentanyl, attached to drips and unable to walk, he tried to escape far earlier. 'It was the slowest breakout ever,' he says, laughing. As he talks, I'm looking him up and down for signs of damage. Nothing. Eventually I spot an elegant circle around his ankle. It looks more like a bracelet than a war wound. Is that a scar, I ask. He nods. 'I have a bunch of little scars, but only from the surgery to save my body. The whole leg is titanium from the knee down to the ankle.' 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I read an interview in which he talked about having to 'choke out' men when they were causing him bother. He gives me a butter-wouldn't-melt look and giggles. 'The family do like having skill sets, like the girls like to do wrist locks and know how to throw a throat punch. I'll show them how to do these things.' But no, he says, he wouldn't do anything violent – in fact, he does the opposite. 'So if somebody is acting hysterical I just touch them, and they're like, what happened? I get their attention by touching their throat. It's like giving someone a hug when they're mad at you.' And he gently taps his throat by way of illustration. I'm a bit flummoxed. Perhaps I'm confusing him with somebody else. When I get home, I check old interviews with Renner, and sure enough there it is in a 2015 Playboy piece when he says: 'This guy got really drunk and pushed Julia Stiles, my co-star [in the 2005 movie A Little Trip to Heaven]. I kindly choked him out and remedied the situation. I've also had to choke people out because they pushed my mom or knocked my sister down, but I've never felt like a badass.' Renner is famous for outre comments. In 2015, he and Jennifer Lopez presented the best actor in a television mini-series award at the Golden Globes. Lopez offered to open the envelope. 'You want me to do it? I have the nails,' she said to Renner. 'You got the globes, too,' he replied, staring at her chest. While many people on social media lambasted him for the comment, he told Playboy: 'Actually, Jennifer thought it was fucking funny and got a little sweaty and maybe even turned on by the whole experience. Other people started running their mouths about it. Everybody's entitled to an opinion, but I can't be bothered. We gave zero fucks.' In 2019, Renner met more controversy when court custody filings became public. The actor Sonni Pacheco, 20 years his junior, filed for divorce in 2014 after they had been married for 10 months, but details of their long-running custody battle didn't emerge till five years later. Pacheco asked for sole custody, saying Renner was an 'unfit parent'. She claimed he had talked about killing her and then taking his own life, and that he had bitten Ava's shoulder. Renner described the allegations as 'dramatisations' made with a 'specific goal in mind' and denied biting Ava, saying the mark was from a car seatbelt that 'pinched' her. Other people provided statements in support of Pacheco. There were claims that he had put out lines of cocaine on a bathroom counter within Ava's reach and left her unsupervised for hours. One woman admitted to having a threesome with him, and says she saw him pass out drunk. She said she was shocked when she discovered that Ava had been in the house all the time, at one point coming down the stairs to look for him. Another said she'd seen him put a gun in his mouth and fire it at the ceiling. In the book, he describes himself as a 'cranky, cynical, grubby cat motherfucker'. We've heard about the crankiness. Where does the cynicism come from? Spending too long on the east coast, he says. 'I think it's where innocence gets lost or weathered. It's like east coasters will have more of a mental toughness and their sense of humour is rougher around the edges. More aggressive. You bust each other's balls, that kind of thing.' And what about the 'grubby cat motherfucker?' He bursts out laughing. 'The phrase alone makes me giggle. I don't take myself very seriously. Whatever stress I've had in life I've tried to find a way of laughing through it. And that's where sometimes cynicism comes out – you think, I'm just going to have a laugh at this stuff.' What stuff? 'Being accused of things you've not done, right? That doesn't feel good to anybody. It certainly doesn't feel good when you're a celebrity and it's known to everybody.' Are you talking about the allegations in the media at the time of the divorce? 'Yeah. Yeah.' Is there any truth in them? 'No, and they happen all the time. It's all the salaciousness that happens out there. It's clickbait, and it hurts my feelings and it dehumanises people.' To be fair, I say, you do sound as if you were a party animal. He gives me another butter-wouldn't-melt look. I mention the stories of threesomes, drugs and boozing. 'That's not really my style,' he says. Really? 'People say whatever.' Then he starts to explain. 'Look, I live a carnival-type life. I don't live a normal life. The amount of travel I have done, always living in a suitcase.' And when he was home in LA, he says, he didn't go out because he was too well known, so he socialised at home. 'The place in LA was where I was raising my child, where everyone learned to ride a bike and swim. I also had my music there. I had my meetings there. It was my dating life. It was my club. It was my home. It was all the things that encompass someone's life. If you meet a person and grab a pint, instead of meeting up at a pub, I'd just do it at my house. It was like an open-door policy for all my family and friends. It was great for them. So that's not a normal home. Homes aren't usually like that or run like that way. So that's no longer.' The way he describes it, it was both a nursery and a night club, and sometimes little distinction was made between the two. That's the party lifestyle I was talking about, I say. 'Yeah, yeah. Hosting. I just got tired of hosting. And all the clean-up. Hehehe! So by 2019 I was tired of all that. Covid came around and helped me bounce that all out. I just wanted to slow down.' How did he feel when the allegations emerged? 'It doesn't matter to me what people say,' he says before the question is fully out. 'They're saying it for their own reasons and not for the right reasons or the truth. And I'm used to that, because I'm a public figure. I don't read people's reviews, I don't read people's comments. I don't care. That's not part of my life.' Ava clearly means so much to him. He now has joint custody with Pacheco, and the book is dedicated to his daughter ('my lifeforce … my everything, my only thing, my number one'). I ask if he feared losing her in the custody battle. 'That's just lawyers talking. That's lawyers arguing. The custody was easy.' And then he says something surprising. 'Her mom and I get along very well, and we're in each other's lives. It's lovely.' Wow, I say – I had no idea. 'Yeah, yeah,' he says, enthusiastically. I've never read that before, I say, tell me about it. 'Well that's because it's no one's business. It's no one's business.' True, I say, but then you just read the horror stories. He softens. 'It's great. She's got a new baby and she sends me beautiful pictures.' Has he currently got a partner? 'No, not at the moment.' (Last year, it was reported that he was dating CC Mason, a fashion journalist 28 years his junior.) A relationship is not a priority at the moment, he says. 'I'm pretty focused on my daughter and the foundation for the kids.' The foundation, also called RennerVation, provides support for at-risk children and those in foster care. Shortly before the accident, he made a Disney+ series about his project renovating old school buses to meet a community's needs, and out of that came the nonprofit foundation. Rather than acting, this seems now to be his life's mission. 'That's where the accident's really shifted my focus. I can still go to work, but my primary focus is to give back and help in any way I can. That's way more fulfilling than anything else I've done, outside bringing up my own child. Being able to put a smile on these kids' faces and share that joy with them and share the growth, I can't think of anything more rewarding.' He feels so much more at one with the world, he says. Take the book. The last thing the old Renner would have wanted to do is share such a traumatic experience. But the accident has led him into a different way of thinking, and now he couldn't be happier he's written the book. 'It forced me to get out of my own way of being private and a recluse to share something.' You've been forced back into the real world? 'Yeah. I've never been more connected and more open and more vulnerable and more loving. And I've never received more goodwill. That connection was buried deep, deep, deep in my soul, beforehand, but now it's at the forefront. It's all that matters to me.' He takes a deep breath – long, leisurely and content. 'It's an honour to be alive,' he says. My Next Breath by Jeremy Renner is published by Simon & Schuster (£22). 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