The “Hustlers” star’s entire outfit was created by styling team Rob Zangardi and Mariel Haenn, who are famous for dressing Hollywood celebrities like Heidi Klum.
Jennifer Lopez arrived on the red carpet for the premiere of “Unstoppable,” looking stunning in a more casual outfit. However, fans were not thrilled with her styling and shared their opinions.
At the 2024 AFI Fest in Los Angeles, Lopez wore items from No. 21’s Resort 2025 collection. Her outfit included a big cream canvas jacket, a low-cut blouse, and a pink micromini skirt with a bubble hem.
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She finished her look with a brown leather belt, a small handbag, and nude platform heels from Gucci. The movie star was at the premiere of her new film, “Unstoppable,” which tells the true story of wrestler Anthony Robles.
Hairstylist Chris Appleton styled Jennifer Lopez’s highlighted brown hair with a center part, and makeup artist Scott Barnes did her makeup, giving her a smoky eye and soft pink-nude lip.
Fans had mixed feelings about Lopez’s outfit and shared their thoughts online. Some quickly criticized her heels, saying, “She should get better fitting shoes,” while another added, “With all her money, she couldn’t buy shoes that actually fit?”
Others were not impressed with her entire look, calling it “a ridiculous outfit.” Some questioned if it matched the season, stating, “This is definitely not fall fashion, and it’s not flattering. It’s giving CHICKEN LEGS, and that’s not the JLO we know.”
More fans joined in, saying they didn’t like the work done by stylists Rob Zangardi and Mariel Haenn. One fan said, “The shoes look like they don’t fit right. Sorry, I’m not liking the look.” Another agreed, “The shoes are big on her.” One user humorously remarked, “She doesn’t have the best legs, and those huge shoes make her look like a pilón.”
Others pointed out, “I’m not feeling this look. The shoes and the jacket are a no for me.” Another commented, “Sorry, but I’m not feeling her look. And what’s up with that sad face? Isn’t she promoting her own movie? Smile a little!” One user joked, “Old lady knees.”
Despite the mixed reviews, one fan praised her appearance, saying, “She looks good for 50, even if the outfit looks regular.” Another added, “She looks amazing! But the styling is way off.”
Some fans had only positive things to say about the actress’s beauty and fashion. One fan raved, “She’s the most gorgeous woman to ever exist, like you’re freaking stunning,” while another said, “Love the long hair!”
Fans celebrated her look, with one highlighting, “Those legs!!! She looks gorgeous!!” and another calling her a “Fashion Queen.”
Lopez’s fashion choices often spark public discussion. In May 2024, at the premiere of her movie “Atlas” in Mexico City, she wore a flowing chiffon gown from Chloé’s fall 2024 collection.
The gown had a plunging neckline and thigh-high slit, and she finished the look with nude heels by Elie Saab and diamond earrings by Anabela Chan.
In early October 2024, Lopez faced backlash for posing in a revealing leopard-print outfit for a magazine shoot. Some felt her bold outfit was inappropriate for a mother of two.
In one photo from the magazine, Lopez wore a bikini bottom with a cropped leopard-print jacket. She completed the look with oversized gold earrings, a chunky necklace, and black platform shoes.
Although the photos were seen as stylish by some, they drew mixed reactions from others.
One user commented, “Sorry she has kids. Put some clothes on, no one cares.” Another said, “Can she disappear for a long time? She’s definitely not someone to look up to, even for her own children.”
Critics said her outfit wasn’t classy, while others wished she would take a break to focus on her kids.
Despite the criticism, Lopez’s fans showed support, praising her confidence and fashion sense. “The styling is so good,” one fan said, while another posted, “Geez, this woman is amazing.”
Lopez’s recent reflections with comedian Niki Glaser revealed her thoughts on personal growth and life’s unpredictability.
She discussed one of her toughest times—her divorce from actor Ben Affleck over the summer. When asked if she had regrets, she said, “Not one second. But it almost took me out for good.”
Looking back, Lopez explained, “But now, I think, ‘that is exactly what I needed. Thank you, God. I’m sorry it took so long.’”
She also acknowledged that while she learned important lessons, she doesn’t have everything figured out. Now, she’s excited about being independent and said, “Yes, I’m not looking for anybody. What can I do when it’s just me?”
Despite emotional hardships, Lopez is eager to return to her career and connect with her fans. She expressed excitement about getting back on tour, showing her passion for performing.
“I can’t wait to get back out there. I have the most understanding and loving fans. Some fan bases can be spicy. Mine are just a bunch of lovers,” the singer said.
Lopez admitted it was tough to step away from the spotlight, feeling bad about disappointing people. However, she explained that she needed time for herself and her children during a difficult period.
While the challenges were hard, Lopez appreciated the chance to work on herself and thanked her supporters for understanding, promising to return to the stage soon.
My Halloween decorations kept getting stolen and ruined, but my world was turned upside down when I discovered who was behind it
I had just moved to a new town, hoping for a fresh start, but my neighbor Catherine made sure to ruin everything. She complained constantly and even stole my Halloween decorations. Determined to catch her in the act and get revenge, I set up a camera. What I discovered was far more shocking than I ever expected.
I had just finished setting up the Halloween decorations at my new house, feeling a little proud of how it all looked. Orange pumpkins, spider webs, and cute ghosts lined the front yard, ready for the kids who would come trick-or-treating.
It felt good to be settled after moving to this town just a month ago. My job was great, the house was cozy, and the town itself seemed charming—except for one thing: my neighbors.
Since the day I moved in, it felt like they had it out for me. It started with small things—comments about where I parked or how I didn’t trim my bushes the “right way.”
They would glance at me disapprovingly if I said “hi” in a way they didn’t like. It didn’t take long for the hostility to grow. One evening, they even called the police because I had my music on—at 7 p.m.! I couldn’t believe it.
The worst of them all was Catherine, who lived across the street. She was relentless, always coming over to complain about something. Once, she even stole my flowerpots, claiming they “didn’t fit the neighborhood vibe.”
I was beyond frustrated. Still, as I looked at my newly decorated house, I hoped at least this would be left alone. Just one thing that could bring some joy.
I’ve loved Halloween for as long as I can remember. It wasn’t just about the decorations or the candy; it reminded me of simpler times, warm childhood memories.
But this year, it felt different—darker. There was a hole in my heart where my dreams of having children used to be. It hurt to know I’d never create those special memories for my own kids.
Halloween, though, allowed me to heal a little, one bag of candy at a time. I poured it into a pumpkin, setting it out for the kids, and went inside, hoping for the best.
The next morning, my heart sank. All my decorations were gone. The only pumpkin left had been smashed, and the candy stolen. Tears welled up as I covered my mouth, overwhelmed by frustration and sadness. This was too much. I wasn’t going to let it slide. I knew who had done it, and I was determined to make her pay!
I stormed across the street and pounded on Catherine’s door, my anger bubbling over.
“Catherine! Open up! You’re a real witch!” I shouted, not caring who else heard.
After a few moments, the door flew open, and there she was, glaring at me.
“Have you lost your mind?” she yelled, hands on her hips.
“What did you do with my decorations?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury.
“I didn’t touch your stupid decorations! Though they looked awful, if you ask me!” she shot back. “But I’m not ruining Halloween for the kids.”
“Just like you didn’t steal my flowerpots?” I screamed, stepping closer.
“Maeve, you’re crazy! You have no proof it was me!” she shouted, her face red. Then, with a loud slam, she shut the door in my face.
I stood there, shaking. “Witch!” I yelled at the closed door.
As I stood there, I realized that some of the neighbors had come outside, watching the whole scene. Their curious eyes were fixed on me, and I could already imagine the whispers behind my back.
They probably thought I was the crazy one now. I just wanted to do something nice for Halloween, and it had all been ruined. My throat tightened, and I could feel the tears building up again. Without another word, I turned and walked back home, my chest heavy with sobs.
Inside, I sat down, wiping my eyes. I couldn’t let this go. Halloween meant too much to me. I refused to let Catherine or anyone else destroy it. That evening, I made up my mind.
I went to the store, buying new decorations and candy. When I finished putting everything back up, I carefully placed a small camera among the decorations. This time, if she messed with them, I would have proof.
In the middle of the night, I woke up to a strange noise. My heart raced as I looked out the window. All my decorations were gone. Again. Anger bubbled up inside me as I quickly threw on my slippers and rushed outside.
The cool night air hit my face as I ran to grab the camera I had set up earlier. This time, I was sure I would catch Catherine in the act.
I hurried back inside and turned on the video. My eyes narrowed, ready to see Catherine, but to my shock, it wasn’t her. Instead, it was a boy—no older than 12—taking my decorations and candy. I stared at the screen, confused. I didn’t recognize him from the neighborhood.
Without thinking, I grabbed my coat and followed the direction the boy had gone. I passed house after house, but none of them seemed like his home.
I knew all the local kids, and he wasn’t one of them. Finally, I found myself standing in front of an old, abandoned house. A strange feeling came over me, urging me to go in.
Inside, it was dark and cold, the air damp and heavy. I pulled my cardigan tighter, my steps careful on the creaky wooden floors. Suddenly, I saw a faint light coming from a room. I walked in and froze.
There, huddled together, were two children—the boy from the video and a little girl, barely four years old. They were trembling, surrounded by my Halloween decorations.
“Please, don’t turn us in to the police!” the boy cried, his voice shaking. “My sister loves Halloween, but we don’t have any money. I didn’t want to steal, I swear! You just had the best decorations,” he said, his eyes wide with fear.
I stood there, staring at them. Two small kids in this awful, broken house. They looked so scared, and to be honest, I was scared too. The decorations didn’t matter anymore.
“Why are you here? Where are your parents?” I asked.
“We don’t have any,” the boy replied. “We ran away from our foster parents because they weren’t treating us right.”
I knelt down to their level, trying to understand. “What are your names?”
“I’m David, and this is my sister, Nicole,” he said, putting his arm around the little girl.
“My name is Maeve,” I told them, trying to sound reassuring. “You can’t stay here. It’s too cold. Come with me.”
David looked up at me, fear in his eyes. “Are you going to call the police?”
I shook my head. “No. I’m going to take you home,” I said, reaching out my hands to them both.
David and Nicole had been staying with me for several days now, and during that time, I had learned more about them through social services. It broke my heart to hear that their foster parents hadn’t even reported them missing.
How could anyone just forget about two children? I knew right then that there was no way they could go back. So, I filed the paperwork for temporary custody.
It was a bit of a process, but the social worker said the kids could stay with me even while we waited for everything to go through. That was a relief—I wasn’t ready to let them go.
The kids were amazing. At first, Nicole was so quiet, barely saying a word. She would just sit by herself, hugging her little stuffed bunny. But as the days went by, I saw her slowly start to relax.
She began to smile, laugh, and even talk a little. David, too, seemed happier. He helped me around the house, always asking if there was anything he could do.
Having them there made the house feel different—warmer, more alive. I hadn’t realized how empty it had felt before. It was as if David and Nicole had always been a part of my life.
In the evenings, I would read them bedtime stories. Every time, I felt tears welling up. I never thought my dream of having children would come true in such an unexpected way. But here we were, and it felt right.
On Halloween night, there was a knock at the door. Expecting trick-or-treaters, I smiled as I opened it, but instead of kids in costumes, I saw two police officers standing there.
“Can I help you, officers?” I asked, feeling my stomach drop a little.
“Your neighbor reported some strange screaming coming from your house,” one of the officers said. I followed his gaze across the street, where Catherine stood, arms crossed and a smug grin on her face. Of course, it was her.
Just then, a loud shout echoed from inside my house. I smiled sheepishly. “Oh, that. I’m showing the kids a scary movie for Halloween. You know, something fun for the night,” I explained, stepping aside. “Would you like to come in and check?”
The officers nodded and followed me inside. As we walked into the living room, one of them asked, “Are these your children?”
“Yes,” I said, the word slipping out naturally. “These are my children.”
It was the first time I had said it, but I realized it was true. In such a short time, they had become my family. I couldn’t imagine my life without them now.
The officers glanced at David and Nicole, who were sitting on the couch, eyes wide as they watched the scary movie. Every so often, they would pull the blanket over their heads, then peek out again.
The officers smiled, clearly seeing there was nothing wrong. “Have a good evening, ma’am,” they said, heading out the door.
As they walked out, I stepped onto the porch and waved at Catherine, who was still watching from across the street.
She looked furious, her face red with frustration. With a loud huff, she stomped her foot and marched back inside. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
The next morning, I did what I had been thinking about for days—I applied to adopt David and Nicole. From that point on, I never spent another holiday alone. Every day was filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of family. I finally had what I had always dreamed of: I could call myself “Mom.”
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