In sweatpants and embroidered memory-foam slippers, Jennifer Lawrence pads into the newly opened Dior Spa Cipriani at Hotel Cipriani, A Belmond Hotel, Venice. That in itself is a sight to behold, but as she sits down next to me, she easily opens a bottle of water that I had been struggling with moments before. Consider me doubly impressed. Lawrence has just finished shooting Martin Scorsese’s thriller What Happens at Night with Leonardo DiCaprio in Brooklyn, which means it’s time to switch up her fitness routine and go all-in on strength training.
“I’ve been trying to work out more because when I’m working, I don’t put that pressure on myself,” she tells me. Yoga is her new class of choice, and she needs that structure “because if I have a trainer, I’ll just manipulate them and end up talking the whole time. Lay on my back and be like, ‘So what was your childhood like?’” says Lawrence. “I didn’t use to think of yoga as a workout, but it is.” Not hot yoga, though, because anything that triggers melasma (something we share!) is handled with care, something I learn in the course of our conversation.
Close up on a cream bouclé love seat, Lawrence really is keeping it spa-day light (she speaks “pee-pee-poo-poo” into my phone when I announce I’m recording), really is unfiltered (calls me “moneybags” for throwing out a moldy humidifier instead of cleaning it with vinegar), and really is making me laugh in that way other girls with older brothers always can. She wears no visible makeup and has no visible pores (not that there’s anything wrong with the ones you can see!), and her natural waves fall in a perfectly chill way over her plain white tee.
We’ve both tested out the sparkling new space,
We’ve both tested out the sparkling new space, and “I was there for like five and a half hours,” Lawrence estimates of the multi-step facial and the even longer massage. She likes lymphatic drainage to “depuff” after a long flight, and couldn’t help but fall asleep while her esthetician worked. “I snored and then went, ‘Sorry,’ as if she would get really mad at me,” Lawrence admits.
I blame the treatment beds, so soft with buttery comforters instead of bumpy towels. As a Dior fashion and beauty ambassador (and an Oscar winner who understands red-carpet prep), Lawrence has tried many such beds, including one at the brand’s New York spa earlier in the week. She likely knows that those slippers on her feet are a treatment-room perk (I’ve already walked a pair back to my opulent room).
When I ask if she’s a spa person in real life, Lawrence lists the treatments she loves and hates: “I hate getting my hair colored. I also hate going to the nail salon. I saw a tweet that was like, ‘It’s like going to the hand dentist.’ It’s not relaxing. It’s not fun. It’s really, really boring. It takes so long.” I agree and say I want two people working in tandem, hands and toes.
Yeah, and while I’m, like, driving and getting
“Yeah, and while I’m, like, driving and getting something done,” she imagines. Lawrence does “believe in facials,” she tells me when I admit to skipping them. “Yeah, because I can’t really get very much done. I need to have movement in my face—I get baby Botox, but I can’t do a lot,” she says of the industry term for microdosed injections meant to smooth without totally freezing muscles.
“If my skin is going to be a little saggier than I would like, at least it looks dewy and pretty.” She’s open about the plastic surgery on her mind in this era of secret tweakments and deep-plane facelifts. “Oh, I’m really nervous about these fat transfers. I support other people doing them because I want to continue to watch and see what happens, but I don’t know about that,” she says.
“I mean, I would love to have a buccal fat removal. I can’t because everybody would know, but just know that I want that.”
Instead, during these hours of high-touch luxury, Lawrence prefers Dior’s signature Mascarade treatment inspired by mascheri, the Venetian artisans who handcraft elaborate masks. It blends manual facial massage, techy machines (Radiofrequency! Microcurrent!
Ultrasound!) and many, many mask applications (Cryo
Ultrasound!) and many, many mask applications (Cryo! Cream! LED!). “I do like the radiofrequency because I have huge cheeks and so I feel like exercising them as much as possible,” she says. When one machine misted oxygen over a layer of Dior Prestige skincare, “I thought she was smoking in my face,” Lawrence laughs. “When you’re in Europe, you never know. But I just felt, like, this poof.
But it turned out to not be a cigarette and it was really, really hydrating and refreshing.”
Lawrence has just started a “retinol journey” (she’s on Tretinoin, or “Tret”), so hydration is top of mind. “I fell for that Desitin, the diaper cream at night, which I do stand by—not permanently because it’s not moisturizing. But when you’re going up on retinol and your face gets red, sleeping in the Desitin, I noticed that it did make my pores smaller and it healed the redness.” When I tell her I’ve been off Big Retinol after it turned my skin into a shallow scab in my teens, she reveals her friend Tracy Dubb’s tip.
“Well, you have to sandwich,” Lawrence says. “You have to use night cream, like something really moisturizing. Then Tret. Then a spritz of water and oil, because what I didn’t realize for so long, and I’m really happy to tell you this: Oil traps the water in, so you have to give oil some water that the oil sits on top of so that it seals it into your skin.” It’s one of the beauty tricks she learned IRL instead of on Instagram or TikTok.
Versed in 2026 social media wellness, there
Versed in 2026 social media wellness, there are things Lawrence will never try, like drinking clay or raw milk, and things she will, like breakfast. “I mean, I’m about to be 36, so I feel like my bones are cracking beneath me,” she says, and it’s at least the second time she’s mentioned bones. “My natural way is also like, I’m never hungry in the morning. It’s just coffee.
And then in the afternoon I eat candy or something horrible. But I read something on Instagram—so it has to be true—that that is bad for women because if you don’t eat before you work out, it spikes cortisol or something. And so I just took that at face value.” Relatable, real. She got a new plastic-free coffee maker: “I don’t love it. I wish I enjoyed it more.” She’s trying to take her vitamins.
“I believe in my heart that vitamin C is going to help my skin, but I don’t know,” she says, adding that it’s not going on her face anymore, “because I heard that it’s fake. So that’s over for me.” She’s trying out ancient remedies: “Sometimes, if I don’t get to washing my face in the morning and I have to run down the stairs, then I put a little olive oil on my face.”
Lawrence is, in her own way, a sun-care queen.
She’s been applying sunblock to her hands
She’s been applying sunblock to her hands to protect their own retinol journey, so I tell her about UV gloves. “That’s so fabulous, I need to do that. I’ve been wearing a scarf over my melasma spots ever since I started Tret, which of course I get photographed and people think I’m making some sort of fashion statement. I’m literally just haggard and scaling and trying to survive.” When I ask if she ties it like a bandit, she explains that it goes under her chin, and points to the sides of her cheeks, “because I get the melasma here.” Like a movie-star-in-a-convertible tie?
“Yeah. There’s no amount of looking goofy that I’m going to care about more than my melasma.” I tell her about SPF stickers that can go under an eye or above a lip. “And you go out in that? So you just put on a handlebar mustache. Okay, I take back what I said. I do care a little bit more than you about what I look like. You are brave.”
Like so many stars this summer, she’s become a Citi Bike babe.
“I’ve been trying to bike everywhere in New York, and not an electric bike. I’ve realized now that I’m in my mid-30s, I’ll do a workout class, but that’s like 45 minutes, an hour, and that’s really kind of all I’m moving. I kind of need more movement in my day-to-day.” I check her helmet status, since I rarely see them in Manhattan. “If I owned a helmet, I would wear one.
I think it’s responsible to wear a helmet,
I think it’s responsible to wear a helmet,” she says. “If I ever see someone in a helmet I’m not like, Loser!—it’s certainly what you should do. I just don’t always have a plan.”
Tomorrow, we’ll leave this Italian paradise on the same flight to JFK. It’ll be its own little offline escape for Lawrence, possibly featuring a glass of white wine. “I never hook up to Wi-Fi, I never have,” she says.
“I love turning off, and especially since having kids, I used to hate flying and now I love it.” Her deadpan parental wisdom flows. “When someone else is traveling with their kids and I’m alone and don’t have my kids, but I see other people going through it,” Lawrence says, looking straight into my eyes, “that is the only thing that kind of makes me feel even better than I already do.”
Photographed at Hotel Cipriani, A Belmond Hotel, Venice.
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