British Vogue's Poetic Bloom by Rachel Zegler

Rachel Zegler unveils a romantic, vintage-inspired look in her June 2025 British Vogue feature.

Rachel Zegler

There’s a moment in rehearsals when Rachel Zegler, swathed in a diaphanous Dior dress (ribbons fluttering like protest banners), locks eyes with director Jamie Lloyd. The air crackles — less starlet-meets-auteur, more two rebels plotting a coup. This isn’t your grandmother’s Evita.

Lloyd’s production, set to ignite the London Palladium this summer, strips Hal Prince’s opulent spectacle to its nerve endings. Against a monochrome bleacher set, Zegler’s Eva Perón emerges not as a glittering icon but a fighter clawing through Argentina’s political trenches. “She’s like a diamond-edged hurricane,” Lloyd muses, recalling her audition tape — a YouTube clip of Zegler belting Don’t Cry for Me Argentina with a rasp that channels Patti LuPone’s steel and Madonna’s defiance. 

Today, in a Thameside garden doubling as their rehearsal studio, Zegler’s energy is kinetic. Her Dior ensemble — a ivory tea dress with corset-laced sleeves — contrasts Lloyd’s tattooed austerity (shaved head, Calvin Klein denim, Nike Sequoias). The pair dissect Eva’s Rainbow Tour number like detectives: “It’s not pageantry,” Zegler insists, “it’s survival.” Lloyd nods, “Exactly. Every sequin is armor.” The collaboration thrives on irreverence. When Zegler improvised a snarling take on Buenos Aires, Lloyd kept the riff: “That’s the punk spirit this score needs.” 

Her styling follows suit — think Dior’s couture rigor (she’s a house ambassador) roughed up with Wolford tights and Simone Rocha’s knit scarves, a visual metaphor for Evita’s duality. Lloyd’s trademark minimalism — no chandeliers, just cameras amplifying Zegler’s every tremor — mirrors his own journey from Dorset outsider to theatre’s enfant terrible. 

“I used to dress as a mannequin in a costume shop window,” he laughs. Now, his Evita rejects nostalgia, just as Zegler’s Maria (West Side Story) rejected ingénue clichés. As the Palladium lights prepare to spotlight Zegler’s metamorphosis, one question lingers: In an era of reboots, can radical honesty outshine spectacle? Judging by the goosebumps in rehearsals — yes.