The Barbie Star Goes Gothic: Margot Robbie’s Daring Westwood Corset at Wuthering Heights Event
The front row held its breath. Margot Robbie, cinema’s reigning muse and architecture’s favorite canvas, descended upon London’s Wuthering Heights Q&A on February 6th in a look so loaded with provocation and polish that even the ghost of Vivienne Westwood herself might have raised a perfectly arched brow in approval. This wasn’t mere red carpet dressing—this was fashion as narrative device, sartorial storytelling at its most brazen and brilliant.
Robbie arrived sheathed in Vivienne Westwood’s Fall 1988 Mini-Crini from the Time Machine Collection, a piece so steeped in rebellion and refinement it practically hums with punk-rock aristocracy. The construction alone deserves sonnets: a boned leather corset, sleeveless and cropped scandalously short, giving way to an ultra-structured quilted skirt that balloons at the hips like a Victorian pouf reimagined through a dominatrix lens. Glossed black leather, no apologies, no tights—just bare legs and unapologetic attitude. It’s tough on top, sweetness below, the kind of contradiction Westwood built her empire on.
And Robbie? She leaned all the way in. No distractions, no excess. Just Christian Louboutin Conquilla pumps—those wickedly sculptural platforms with lace-up backs and spiked heels that look like they could puncture both pavement and patriarchy—and a minimalist glam approach courtesy of her longtime collaborators. Nude lips. Natural nails. Hair parted down the center in soft, unaffected waves. It was a masterclass in restraint meeting spectacle, courtesy of stylist Andrew Mukamal, who clearly understands that when you’re wearing archival Westwood, the clothes do the talking.
The choice feels almost literary in its intent. Robbie plays Catherine Earnshaw opposite Jacob Elordi’s Heathcliff in the forthcoming Wuthering Heights adaptation, joined by Hong Chau, Shazad Latif, and Alison Oliver. Her press tour wardrobe has been a thematic extension of Emily Brontë’s 1847 novel—moody, romantic, quietly ferocious. But this? This was punk poetry. A declaration. She came to discuss Cathy, yes, but she might just stomp the wallpaper off the walls while doing it. Greedy, bold, and utterly unforgettable.
