Marcel Winatschek

Rich Kid, Correct Energy

Watching Lily Mo Sheen on Instagram feels like stumbling on someone who missed the memo that this is supposed to be strategic. She throws fistfuls of cash at the camera. She buys enormous stuffed animals she doesn’t need and climbs on them because she can. She stands in improbably blue water, somewhere warm and expensive, looking deliberately and cheerfully stupid into the lens. She’s using the platform as evidence of having too much fun, which is about the rarest thing on it, and she happens to look incredible while doing it.

She’s twenty years old and the daughter of Kate Beckinsale and Michael Sheen—not Charlie Sheen, a distinction the internet has decided to post forever, apparently with good reason. Born in London, she grew up with the kind of access that should produce someone unbearable, and it kind of did, but in a way that’s genuinely charming: the wanton spending, the tropical backdrops, the complete absence of apology for any of it. The parents are both serious actors with serious careers. The kid took the genes and turned them into content, which is its own form of talent.

She has some acting credits: the child version of Kate Beckinsale’s character in Underworld: Evolution, a small role in Everybody’s Fine, an unnamed girl at a camp in Click opposite Adam Sandler. Nothing that would get a second look on a résumé. But she already has a main role somewhere—in whatever this thing I’m watching her do on my phone actually is—and I genuinely can’t predict what she’ll do next, which is about the best thing you can say about anyone operating online right now.