The Vogue Awards—2026 Cannes Film Festival Edition
See who’s leaving the 2026 Cannes Film Festival with a Vogue Award, from Bella Hadid’s Jane Birkin reference to John Travolta’s berets.
Reported by Vogue.
Cannes is not a red carpet. It is a twelve-day endurance sport, a rotating cast of hundreds of celebrities, each cycling through multiple looks on the Croisette while the rest of the world refreshes their feeds. The 2026 edition was no exception — and according to Vogue, it demanded an entirely new taxonomy of honors to do it justice.
The classics were well-represented. Chloé Zhao claimed her second consecutive Björk Award for Most Avant-Garde, arriving in a spiky, peplumed Schiaparelli blowfish silhouette that earned her repeat-offender status in the best possible way. Demi Moore, previously recognized for showgirl energy, pivoted to a leg-baring Gucci slit worthy of the Angelina Jolie Award. And Bella Hadid in Schiaparelli drew a direct line back to Jane Birkin in Pucci — a reference so clean it earned its own Charli XCX-themed trophy.
New Faces, New Rules
First-timers hit harder. Diego Calva made his case before he even touched the red carpet, deplaning in Nice wearing leather Ferragamo trousers and immediately locking in the Nicole Kidman Award for Breakout Style Star. Sandra Hüller — in a porcupine-textured Chanel look — signaled leading-lady arrival energy potent enough to earn the Gwyneth Paltrow Award. Lizzo showed up in Robert Wun with a nipple necklace that made the Cher Showgirl Award feel like it was always hers. Ruth Negga took Best Suiting in Ami Paris. And Natasha Poly in Ferragamo claimed the Rihanna Award for Most Naked with the kind of confidence that requires exactly zero explanation.
Then there is Kristen Stewart — a woman who has spent years treating the Croisette like a personal lab experiment — who paired Chanel with Converse this year and earned a category named entirely after herself. Separately, John Travolta cycled through so many directorial berets over the festival's run that Vogue reached back to Pamela Anderson's 1999 VMA chapeau moment to find an appropriate precedent. Both are correct decisions.
The Palme d'Or goes to one film. The right shoes, the right slit, the right beret worn with enough conviction — that belongs to everyone.
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