Halloween has come early on the streets of New York
There was a period of time in which I had to write about Julia Fox every four to six business days. If I could not write about Julia Fox every four to six business days, my Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs was thrown off and I’d enter withdrawal. I just wouldn’t come in to work. Julia Fox’s various fashion escapades had me hooked, and I was gonna get my fix one way or another!
But then, in mid-2025, something terrible happened… the looks… they stopped. I guess when you’ve strapped obsolete tech to your breasts and been a cuntified Oscar Wilde there’s only so far you can go before reaching a ceiling. Sure, she’s since dressed as Elizabeth Taylor at the Elizabeth Taylor AIDS Foundation, and attended a Marc Jacobs show with her dress tucked into her knickers – but where was my gimp costume? My boob tube full of condoms? Had Julia Fox’s spell finally worn off? Then, on my nightly skim of the recently bankrupt Getty Images, it finally presented itself to me. Julia Fox as a 1920s mobster, complete with a cunty little boot. Oh we are so back.
This new direction is so genius I’m surprised she hasn’t tried it earlier. Fox has been walking round New York in all manner of crazy-kooky dresses, when all she needed to retain her style god status was a banker shirt and a jaunty little waistcoat. What makes it perfect is that she hasn’t cobbled together some high-fash mish-mash of a mobster – apart from the boot, this is basically a faithful interpretation. She easily could’ve got this from a fancy dress shop. It’s anti-fashion, it’s costume drama, but also – why? What business does she have being dressed like this? None of this makes any sense to me, yet I feel fulfilled. Surely this is an early Halloween costume? Please let it not be. Either way, with this outfit, Julia Fox is bravely answering the question: what if Bugsy Malone had a fat ass and served puss? And I think that’s very important.
While we’re here, here are some additional things I think Julia Fox looks like: A 36-year-old man from Kent at a Peaky Blinders convention; the urchin sibling to the Oy Mista! You me Dad? Doll; me in Year 11 when I thought I could “bring back” bakerboys for some reason; a 19th-century newsie about to shout ‘Extra! Extra!’; a chimney sweep done good. Until next time Julia Fox.