After an at-times soul-crushingly long, 6-year hiatus, Adele is finally, and triumphantly, back with her fourth album, 30. The Academy Award winner and 15-time Grammy recipient, renowned as one of the music industry’s most private, is the master of keeping a low profile. She’s rarely heard from between albums and by her own admission lives a very normal life when she’s not selling out stadiums. But, like every great performer, the singer knows how to make an entrance.
The new album, which speaks of her deeply personal rebuild after her divorce from charity CEO Simon Konecki and her experience as a new mother, has already earned acclamation. Two star-studded shows—an LA concert played out in the shadow of the city’s Griffith Observatory, the other An Audience With in her hometown of London—reminded audiences, in equal measure, of her talent (vocally and lyrically) and her endearingly down-to-earth personality. And then there’s this month’s Vogue cover. Or covers, with British Vogue and American Vogue sharing a cover star for the first time in history.