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Priyanka Chopra's Power Suit Look Hints at Her Fierce Role in Heads of State
Priyanka Chopra Jonas's power-suit look is just a preview of the bold, commanding performance we can expect from her in her high-octane thriller Heads of State. Priyanka Chopra Jonas is on a whirlwind fashion tour as she promotes her upcoming action-comedy Heads of State, and each appearance feels like a runway moment captured on the go. This week, the global icon stepped out for an early-morning taping of Good Morning America in New York, instantly arresting lenses in a power-suit look that blended boardroom authority with cinematic flair. Styled by Mimi Cuttrell, Priyanka wore the Jessamine lamb-suede jacket and trousers from Ralph Lauren. The rich olive hue of the co-ord brought a subtle warmth, while the tailored structure gave her look a crisp, commanding edge. She layered the suit over a classic white button-down shirt, neatly tucked in and secured with a tan leather belt that added a quiet sophistication. Pointed heels elongated her frame and the whole ensemble flowed with an understated confidence. What made this look stand out wasn't just the cut or colour, but the attitude. Chopra accessorised the outfit minimally with a structured tan bag, brown shades, delicate gold hoops and her signature fresh, dewy glow. Her soft waves fell naturally, framing a face that radiated calm poise. She didn't need to try too hard; the look spoke volumes on its own. Whether on a red carpet or caught by paparazzi on a city sidewalk, her looks carry a deliberate thoughtfulness that turns even a coffee run into a moment of style storytelling. Coming to her upcoming film, Heads of State, the American action-comedy directed by Ilya Naishuller is set to premiere digitally on Prime Video on July 2, 2025. The film features an ensemble cast with John Cena, Idris Elba, and Priyanka Chopra in leading roles. Also joining them are Jack Quaid, Paddy Considine, Stephen Root, and Carla Gugino. The story follows two world leaders Will Derringer (John Cena), the President of the United States and Sam Clarke (Idris Elba), the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom—who must put aside their rivalry when they become the targets of a global conspiracy orchestrated by a ruthless foreign adversary. Priyanka Chopra Jonas plays Noel Bisset, a senior MI6 agent entrusted with protecting both leaders. And Priyanka's power-suit look is just a preview of the bold, commanding performance we can expect from her in this high-octane thriller. First Published:
New York Times
16-04-2025
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- New York Times
He's in Love With His Best Friend, but Does His Friend Love Him Back?
'Open, Heaven,' the first novel by the poet and memoirist Sean Hewitt, begins with an epigraph from William Blake's poem 'Milton': 'every Flower/The Pink, the Jessamine, the Wall-flower, the Carnation,/The Jonquil, the mild Lily opes her heavens; every Tree/And Flower & Herb soon fill the air with an innumerable Dance,/Yet all in order sweet & lovely, Men are sick with Love.' It's a fitting start. This is a novel that has, line for line, more descriptions of flowers than any I can remember reading, and that has as its all-consuming preoccupation the delusion and disorder that abject desire can cause. Most of the novel takes place around 2002, when the narrator, James, is 16. He lives with his family in Thornmere, a village in northern England that seems either quaintly charming or suffocatingly bleak, depending on one's sensibility and affinity for cows. James feels like an 'interloper' there. He's gay and has recently come out. His parents are somewhat supportive, in their mild, perplexed way, though around town the news has been met with chilly silence or disgust. Then James meets Luke, a 17-year-old who arrives to live with his aunt and uncle for a year. His origins are murky — a mother somewhere in France, a father in prison. He becomes James's obsession, a blank canvas onto which James can project his. unfulfilled desires. Luke is charismatic and cocksure, casually fluent in the arcane codes governing the lives of straight teenage boys. His sexuality remains maddeningly ambiguous, even as he and James become best friends. James slowly falls in love with Luke, and he grows increasingly desperate to know if his feelings are reciprocated. He fears his desire is a betrayal: 'I was hardly a friend to him at all, only an opportunist, trying to get close to him so I could convince him to love me.' The inchoate pain of asymmetrical love, the twin currents of need and shame that flow beneath the surface of desire — these are familiar topics for Hewitt, whose 2022 memoir, 'All Down Darkness Wide,' was widely praised as a wrenching portrait of a doomed relationship. But where the memoir was piercing and profound, 'Open, Heaven' clings insistently to the superficial. Hewitt has a fondness for lyrical description, particularly of the natural world ('the flowers from afar looked like a pure white froth … a bright sky-blue blanket of forget-me-nots was ruched in the dappled light…'). These passages effectively stir up an aura of misty poignancy, but they are deployed with such frequency and at such cloying length that at times it seems like Hewitt's goal is merely to conjure an exquisite atmosphere, rather than to understand these characters or to imbue their story with any emotional weight. While the novel is full of beautiful surfaces, it never gives these boys any sense of particularity; we don't know what draws them to each other. This is the problem with unrelenting rapture: It can become generic and impersonal, even solipsistic. 'It was like walking through a folk song that afternoon,' Hewitt writes, 'the blackbirds and the thrushes, the sweetness of the flowers, the boy I loved, and who might even love me, waiting for me between the trees.' This is sentimental without communicating actual sentiment, airy without ever taking flight. James is enthralled by his fantasy of Luke's hidden depths — 'beneath the blush of his cheeks, I imagined an ocean of thought' — but we get no notion of what those depths might contain, nor even what James might think they contain. 'When [Luke] was alone, inside himself, he was pure, golden,' James concludes. 'He was like a statue of beauty to me, considered and perfectly made.' A statue may be enough to satisfy adolescent curiosity. But it's not enough for a novel.
