At the Wuthering Heights photocall in London on February 4, 2026, Margot Robbie didn’t channel a character—she wore the kind of fashion that remembers. A memory of 1992 walked right into the room with her, strapped to her body via a piece of John Galliano vintage that you’d call “romantic decay” if it weren’t still so crisp. Timeless, but far from soft. Stiff bodice. Sharp neckline. The kind of dress with opinions.
She paired it with Manolo Blahnik custom Carolyne slingbacks—no platform, just a pointed grace that keeps the ankle sharp. No competing lines. Accessories stayed precise: she wore Jessica McCormack’s cut-down hoop earrings, diamond-studded and finished with silent pearls that somehow echoed the dress’s strange old-world seriousness. Throw in the Jacques Marie Mage “Burn” sunglasses, and now she’s crossing the uncanny valley between English ghost story and Los Angeles runway.
A soft blowout, curve tucked behind one ear just far enough to flash the earring. Dark manicure. No necklace—because that neckline needed the quiet. And when she raised her hand to swipe at the light? You caught the Jessica McCormack bespoke daisy ring, ruby centered, glinting exactly once and never again.
It wasn’t loud. It was deliberate. This was not Margot Robbie in costume—it was a woman in command of aesthetic time travel.

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