Katie Holmes—a woman who first thawed the cold heart of America as a fresh-faced 19-year-old in Dawson’s Creek—has, for the best part of three decades, been an emblem of the archetypal girl next door: natural, modest, and effortless. In the year 2000, a biography of the actor—“with eight pages of color photos!”—was published under that precise description, and some 20 years later, fashion magazines—like this one—were running listicles that continued to position Holmes as a wholesome icon.
And with good reason: the actor’s wardrobe is direct and approachable—rarely straying from straight-leg jeans, short-sleeved shirts, and square-toed ballet shoes—which are nothing if not the effects of an everywoman with enough soft power to convince an entire generation of women to wear cork wedges, again. Holmes is, in other words, a rare example of a famous person who wears “clothes,” as opposed to pieces, garments and the most dreaded term of all… “fashion.”
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But I wonder if there might be more to Katie Holmes than an ineffable, Midwestern relatability. That is because, last night—when she was attending the final night of Alan Cumming Is Not Acting His Age on Broadway—Holmes dressed in a denim trench coat which had been strewn with metal eyelets, and a pair of patent and studded flats. This is about as mad, bad and dangerous as this celebrity gets, a departure from the tomboyish, girl-next-door formula that has, perhaps, been 30 years in the making.
