Whether she’s sitting front-row at @ToryBurch or hitting the red carpet in @ThomBrowne or @JasonWu, Indonesian-born actor @Lukita Maxwell is glamour personified. She also dazzles on screen, where she’s best known for playing Alice in Apple TV’s #Shrinking alongside Jason Segel and Harrison Ford; past projects include a role in Lena Dunham’s HBO series ‘Genera ion.’ Up next, #LukitaMaxwell will star with Chiwetel Ejiofor and Renate Reinsve in #A24’s sci-fi horror film ‘The Backrooms’ from 19-year-old director-filmmaker Kane Parsons. As we kick off #NYFW, get to know the front row staples on InStyle’s 2025 Breakthrough list at the link in bio. – 📷: @instamaxmonty ✍🏽: @__jonathanborge Makeup: @sashaborax Talent Booker: @jasonsheeler
Whether she’s sitting front-row at @ToryBurch or hitting the red carpet in @ThomBrowne or @JasonWu, Indonesian-born actor @Lukita Maxwell is glamour personified. She also dazzles on screen, where she’s best known for playing Alice in Apple TV’s #Shrinking alongside Jason Segel and Harrison Ford; past projects include a role in Lena Dunham’s HBO series ‘Genera ion.’ Up next, #LukitaMaxwell will star with Chiwetel Ejiofor and Renate Reinsve in #A24’s sci-fi horror film ‘The Backrooms’ from 19-year-old director-filmmaker Kane Parsons. As we kick off #NYFW, get to know the front row staples on InStyle’s 2025 Breakthrough list at the link in bio. – 📷: @instamaxmonty ✍🏽: @__jonathanborge Makeup: @sashaborax Talent Booker: @jasonsheeler
I recently bought my first medium-format camera. I’d never shot 120mm on my own before. I bought a pack of Ilford HP5. My first photos are of Ludlow Street and ‘Line of Sight’, Nick Rose’s one-day art show in New York City. The photos are riddled with technical errors. Hairs in the gate, film miswound, and somehow a double exposed frame. I’m fond of the photos. I’m fond of the adrenaline rush I get pulling the shutter of my new camera and I’m glad to have had it to document Nick’s work. Basement B on 7th Ave between Avenue Crack and Avenue Death was sterile. The concrete steps led into an echo chamber of portraiture. The first piece to catch my eye is a yearly planner, hanging by its binding from the ceiling with connected pages falling to the floor. A puddle of empty dates. My eyes naturally found the piece to its left, a medicine cabinet propped open with a spring, a stopwatch ticking on the mirror’s face, and white clay antlers balanced over either side. Looking into the mirror, you see either yourself or the piece on the wall behind you: a self-portrait of the artist. It’s distorted, but it’s clearly a photo of Nick. He’s holding the antlers to his head, charging at the camera. The photograph, printed on a long sheet of paper, drapes past the crook of the ground and bleeds into the room. Resting on its corner, a feather, waterlogged by a puddle of water. The last piece is a framed drawing titled ‘Wet Feather’. It’s simple, and despite the fluorescent light and the soft cream of paper, it’s screaming dark thoughts at me. ……. continued …..
I recently bought my first medium-format camera. I’d never shot 120mm on my own before. I bought a pack of Ilford HP5. My first photos are of Ludlow Street and ‘Line of Sight’, Nick Rose’s one-day art show in New York City. The photos are riddled with technical errors. Hairs in the gate, film miswound, and somehow a double exposed frame. I’m fond of the photos. I’m fond of the adrenaline rush I get pulling the shutter of my new camera and I’m glad to have had it to document Nick’s work. Basement B on 7th Ave between Avenue Crack and Avenue Death was sterile. The concrete steps led into an echo chamber of portraiture. The first piece to catch my eye is a yearly planner, hanging by its binding from the ceiling with connected pages falling to the floor. A puddle of empty dates. My eyes naturally found the piece to its left, a medicine cabinet propped open with a spring, a stopwatch ticking on the mirror’s face, and white clay antlers balanced over either side. Looking into the mirror, you see either yourself or the piece on the wall behind you: a self-portrait of the artist. It’s distorted, but it’s clearly a photo of Nick. He’s holding the antlers to his head, charging at the camera. The photograph, printed on a long sheet of paper, drapes past the crook of the ground and bleeds into the room. Resting on its corner, a feather, waterlogged by a puddle of water. The last piece is a framed drawing titled ‘Wet Feather’. It’s simple, and despite the fluorescent light and the soft cream of paper, it’s screaming dark thoughts at me. ……. continued …..
I recently bought my first medium-format camera. I’d never shot 120mm on my own before. I bought a pack of Ilford HP5. My first photos are of Ludlow Street and ‘Line of Sight’, Nick Rose’s one-day art show in New York City. The photos are riddled with technical errors. Hairs in the gate, film miswound, and somehow a double exposed frame. I’m fond of the photos. I’m fond of the adrenaline rush I get pulling the shutter of my new camera and I’m glad to have had it to document Nick’s work. Basement B on 7th Ave between Avenue Crack and Avenue Death was sterile. The concrete steps led into an echo chamber of portraiture. The first piece to catch my eye is a yearly planner, hanging by its binding from the ceiling with connected pages falling to the floor. A puddle of empty dates. My eyes naturally found the piece to its left, a medicine cabinet propped open with a spring, a stopwatch ticking on the mirror’s face, and white clay antlers balanced over either side. Looking into the mirror, you see either yourself or the piece on the wall behind you: a self-portrait of the artist. It’s distorted, but it’s clearly a photo of Nick. He’s holding the antlers to his head, charging at the camera. The photograph, printed on a long sheet of paper, drapes past the crook of the ground and bleeds into the room. Resting on its corner, a feather, waterlogged by a puddle of water. The last piece is a framed drawing titled ‘Wet Feather’. It’s simple, and despite the fluorescent light and the soft cream of paper, it’s screaming dark thoughts at me. ……. continued …..
I recently bought my first medium-format camera. I’d never shot 120mm on my own before. I bought a pack of Ilford HP5. My first photos are of Ludlow Street and ‘Line of Sight’, Nick Rose’s one-day art show in New York City. The photos are riddled with technical errors. Hairs in the gate, film miswound, and somehow a double exposed frame. I’m fond of the photos. I’m fond of the adrenaline rush I get pulling the shutter of my new camera and I’m glad to have had it to document Nick’s work. Basement B on 7th Ave between Avenue Crack and Avenue Death was sterile. The concrete steps led into an echo chamber of portraiture. The first piece to catch my eye is a yearly planner, hanging by its binding from the ceiling with connected pages falling to the floor. A puddle of empty dates. My eyes naturally found the piece to its left, a medicine cabinet propped open with a spring, a stopwatch ticking on the mirror’s face, and white clay antlers balanced over either side. Looking into the mirror, you see either yourself or the piece on the wall behind you: a self-portrait of the artist. It’s distorted, but it’s clearly a photo of Nick. He’s holding the antlers to his head, charging at the camera. The photograph, printed on a long sheet of paper, drapes past the crook of the ground and bleeds into the room. Resting on its corner, a feather, waterlogged by a puddle of water. The last piece is a framed drawing titled ‘Wet Feather’. It’s simple, and despite the fluorescent light and the soft cream of paper, it’s screaming dark thoughts at me. ……. continued …..
I recently bought my first medium-format camera. I’d never shot 120mm on my own before. I bought a pack of Ilford HP5. My first photos are of Ludlow Street and ‘Line of Sight’, Nick Rose’s one-day art show in New York City. The photos are riddled with technical errors. Hairs in the gate, film miswound, and somehow a double exposed frame. I’m fond of the photos. I’m fond of the adrenaline rush I get pulling the shutter of my new camera and I’m glad to have had it to document Nick’s work. Basement B on 7th Ave between Avenue Crack and Avenue Death was sterile. The concrete steps led into an echo chamber of portraiture. The first piece to catch my eye is a yearly planner, hanging by its binding from the ceiling with connected pages falling to the floor. A puddle of empty dates. My eyes naturally found the piece to its left, a medicine cabinet propped open with a spring, a stopwatch ticking on the mirror’s face, and white clay antlers balanced over either side. Looking into the mirror, you see either yourself or the piece on the wall behind you: a self-portrait of the artist. It’s distorted, but it’s clearly a photo of Nick. He’s holding the antlers to his head, charging at the camera. The photograph, printed on a long sheet of paper, drapes past the crook of the ground and bleeds into the room. Resting on its corner, a feather, waterlogged by a puddle of water. The last piece is a framed drawing titled ‘Wet Feather’. It’s simple, and despite the fluorescent light and the soft cream of paper, it’s screaming dark thoughts at me. ……. continued …..
romantic librarian in my @jcrew rollneck #ad
romantic librarian in my @jcrew rollneck #ad
romantic librarian in my @jcrew rollneck #ad
back in la for my first emmys…. my body is aching with gratitude. everything is still coming into focus. thank you @thombrowne and @cartier @cameroncipolla @colldolllll @kellymcdc @mjfiii photo @nickroseonline stylist @cryoungin mua @ciaramaccarocordeux hair @kattthompson nails @kkoht_nails assists @kayajjean 💌 @marlafarrell @stephanievkazanjian
back in la for my first emmys…. my body is aching with gratitude. everything is still coming into focus. thank you @thombrowne and @cartier @cameroncipolla @colldolllll @kellymcdc @mjfiii photo @nickroseonline stylist @cryoungin mua @ciaramaccarocordeux hair @kattthompson nails @kkoht_nails assists @kayajjean 💌 @marlafarrell @stephanievkazanjian
back in la for my first emmys…. my body is aching with gratitude. everything is still coming into focus. thank you @thombrowne and @cartier @cameroncipolla @colldolllll @kellymcdc @mjfiii photo @nickroseonline stylist @cryoungin mua @ciaramaccarocordeux hair @kattthompson nails @kkoht_nails assists @kayajjean 💌 @marlafarrell @stephanievkazanjian
back in la for my first emmys…. my body is aching with gratitude. everything is still coming into focus. thank you @thombrowne and @cartier @cameroncipolla @colldolllll @kellymcdc @mjfiii photo @nickroseonline stylist @cryoungin mua @ciaramaccarocordeux hair @kattthompson nails @kkoht_nails assists @kayajjean 💌 @marlafarrell @stephanievkazanjian
back in la for my first emmys…. my body is aching with gratitude. everything is still coming into focus. thank you @thombrowne and @cartier @cameroncipolla @colldolllll @kellymcdc @mjfiii photo @nickroseonline stylist @cryoungin mua @ciaramaccarocordeux hair @kattthompson nails @kkoht_nails assists @kayajjean 💌 @marlafarrell @stephanievkazanjian
