Leonardo DiCaprio, 50, shows off recent weight loss with bikini-clad Vittoria Ceretti, 27, aboard yacht in Saint Tropez
The Titanic star, 50, was spotted shirtless aboard a yacht while savoring a lavish day at sea in Saint Tropez, France, with the bikini-clad model, 27.
The actor displayed a leaner frame, a notable change from the fuller figure he had developed since his Titanic stardom.
After taking a refreshing dip in the water, DiCaprio — who has reportedly been working to get fit in order to keep up with Vittoria — was seen dripping wet on board the yacht, dressed in a pair of dark swim shorts, before drying off with a towel.
Meanwhile Vittoria sent temperatures soaring as she showed off her enviable figure in a light pink thong bikini.
At one point, the Italian beauty was pictured watching her other half as he swam, before he re-boarded the yacht.
The actor displayed a leaner frame, a notable change from the fuller figure he had developed since his Titanic stardom
Vittoria covered her dark tresses with a white hat, and later put on a pair of white shorts to keep warm.
They were also joined by a group of close friends including Italian businessman Tommaso Buti.
Earlier this week Leonardo and Vittoria were seen on a date night together as they stepped out in St Tropez.
Vittoria cut a chic figure in a strappy white lace dress as she looked over her shoulder to smile at Leo.
Leo's annual trip to France came just a few days after he was in south London attending Wimbledon.
Vittoria and Leo are said to have met at the 2023 Cannes Film Festival, where his Martin Scorsese movie Killers Of The Flower Moon was premiering.
They were first linked in the August of that year, after a flurry of rumors that had connected Leo to Vittoria's fellow supermodel Gigi Hadid.
Over the course of their time together, Vittoria has been seen on occasion with a ring on her wedding finger, but sources have insisted she and Leo are not engaged.
Vittoria was previously married from 2020 until 2023 to the Italian DJ Matteo Milleri, who is part of the Berlin-based duo Tale of Us.
Vittoria sent temperatures soaring as she showed off her enviable figure in a light pink thong bikini
The actor dried off with a grey towel
The once interminable bachelor is said to be serious about Ceretti after years of being teased for his apparent penchant for dumping girlfriends once they turned 25
Vittoria was pictured adjusting her bikini
The couple recently attended Jeff Bezos' lavish wedding to Lauren Sanchez
Leo's annual trip to France came just a few days after he was in south London attending Wimbledon
The model has accompanied him on a number of tropical vacations, with pictures variously showing the couple frolicking on a yacht off the coast of Sardinia, playing pickleball in the sands of the Caribbean or splashing about in the waters of St. Barts
The couple were pictured looking at something in the water before sharing a laugh with their friends
In March Vittoria made rare comments about her age-gap romance with Leo in an interview with Vogue France
It comes after earlier this month Vittoria sparked backlash after she reposted a TikTok supporting Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sanchez's lavish Venice wedding.
Vittoria accompanied the Oscar winner to the star-studded nuptials - but has since been slammed by fans over on Reddit.
A TikTok user shared a reel with the caption in the first slide reading, 'Everyone hating on Jeff Bezos' wedding.'
The next image showed a small air conditioner alongside the text, 'But I ordered this AC at 10pm last night and it arrived by 9am. Enjoy your wedding king.'
The TikToker additionally penned, 'why are we hating?? he gave me cold air and a reason to live. enjoy your wedding Jeff,' as the track No Broke Boys by Tinashe and Disco Lines played in the background.
Ceretti - who also joined celebrities such as Kim Kardashian and Tom Brady during the three-day festivities - shared the clip to the top of her reposts and 137k followers.
Some social media users took notice of the video, and shared their thoughts over on a Reddit page.
One penned, 'This is such a "let them eat cake." moment,' while another simply added, 'yikesss.'
DiCaprio and his girlfriend whisked themselves away to Venice to join other A-list guests for Jeff and Lauren's wedding, though the actor kept a lowkey profile over the course of the three days.
Following his attendance at the Amazon founder's wedding, he faced backlash and was branded a 'hypocrite' by some fans for previously preaching about saving the planet.
Vittoria was previously married from 2020 until 2023 to the Italian DJ Matteo Milleri, who is part of the Berlin-based duo Tale of Us
The actor later put on a white t-shirt
Meanwhile, during the celebrations, Vittoria donned a vintage Dolce & Gabbana gown that had previously been worn by his ex Gisele Bundchen in 2003.
In between the wedding and other glitzy parties, Vittoria was seen exploring the romantic city of Venice and also spent time with newly single Orlando Bloom.
The model was first linked to the Titanic actor in 2023 and made rare comments about their relationship during an interview with Vogue France in April.
In regards to dating some as famous as DiCaprio, the beauty expressed that is 'something you learn.'
She added, 'If what you're experiencing is real, if you know you love each other, then there's no reason to be alarmed. Because love protects and gives confidence.'
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