Robert Pattinson returns to V Magazine for its winter 2025 issue. Cass Bird photographs him in a light that feels domestic and slightly haunted, evoking ’90s actor studies, except this time the couch is cracked leather and the mood holds the weight of new parenthood.
Robert Pattinson for V Magazine
Pattinson’s wardrobe seals the atmosphere. In a paneled Adon overshirt, cut-off Dior cargos, and RE/DONE denim, he looks like his Die My Love character before the cameras roll, a husband trying to keep the walls from shifting as his life rearranges itself.
The cover with his co-star Jennifer Lawrence pushes that tension further, the two of them leaning in with the easy closeness of people who know fatigue as well as affection.
The V Magazine interview turns the temperature up. Pattinson tries to parse his character’s impossible devotion and lands on a line that crystallizes the entire film: “From Jackson’s perspective, there’s something that’s kind of ambiguous…something quite romantic to me about someone who, even though they are doomed to keep repeating the same thing, in being doomed, they’re connected to each other eternally, but in trauma.”
The quote sits in the story like a fuse. Lawrence fires back with her own lived-in acuity, teasing him about whether he even read the novel and laughing through the fatigue of new parenthood: “I really doubt Rob has read the book.”
Their rapport is loose, funny, and familiar, the sort of shorthand shared by actors who came up through the same cultural weather and survived the same tabloid storms.
What the feature captures is a version of Pattinson that feels rare. He sits between charisma and confusion with the poise of a man who understands the stakes of emotional misfires.
By the time he jokes about parenting, “You do worry before you have a child. You’re like, ‘God, I’m gonna mess it up.’ And then you see a film like this and you know that you can be a whole lot worse,” the portrait clicks into place.
V Magazine presents Pattinson as an actor entering a steadier phase, still volatile in the ways that matter, and still able to give a love story the type of raw charge that lingers.
