Kristen Stewart doesn’t strike me as the most summery type. Whenever she’s photographed by the paparazzi, grasping a sweating cup of iced coffee in one hand and her car keys in the other, she looks as though the last thing she thought about in the morning was whether she’d have time for a trip to the beach that day. Stewart seems like an indoor kid through and through, more likely to be chilling by the AC with a select few friends, though perhaps occasionally tipping her hand lazily out of her opened kitchen window to ash the cigarette she’s smoking while flipping through her favorite DeLillo novel. Not that we’ve imagined this countless times or anything.
Kristen Stewart’s summer look (the ones she seems to choose for herself, that is) could be categorized somewhere between skater punk and bored shoegaze musician. Her bleached hair is usually sweaty and knotted. In the latest issue of T, she’s styled all in minimal black, a yellow slash of fabric or swelling collar punctuating her body here and there. On her feet are unlaced white Chuck Taylor All Stars. Stewart had the most photogenic summer because she wins everything, even when she has no interest in participating.