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.
Living Across from a Cemetery, I Saw a Baby Left by One of the Graves on Halloween Night
Now, those days were long gone, but I still cherished the traditions. Each year, I decorated my house with cobwebs, pumpkins, and spooky lights, and waited for the neighborhood kids to come trick-or-treating. It brought a little light into my otherwise quiet life.
Just two years ago, I had walked the same streets with my daughter, holding her tiny hand as we went door to door. It feels like a distant dream now, a beautiful memory that slipped away too soon. Losing her shattered me, and it broke my marriage with John as well. We couldn’t find a way to heal, and we drifted apart under the weight of our grief.
That night, after handing out candy for hours, I realized my bowl was empty. With a sigh, I hung a “No More Treats” sign on the door. A familiar ache settled in my chest—the kind that never fully goes away.
My house stood directly across from a cemetery, a place that unnerved most people. It didn’t bother me. The rent was cheap, and I’d never been one to believe in ghosts. I made myself a cup of cocoa and sat by the window, half-expecting to see some teenagers playing pranks among the gravestones.
But what I saw instead made my heart skip a beat. Near one of the graves was what looked like a baby car seat. I blinked, thinking it was a trick of the light, but the shape didn’t waver.
I grabbed my coat and hurried outside, the chilly October air biting at my skin. The cemetery was eerily still as I walked closer to the grave, every step filled with dread. When I finally reached it, my breath caught in my throat. There, in the car seat, was a tiny baby, fast asleep.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, kneeling down to pick her up. She was so small, completely unaware of the cold night air around her. “How did you get here?” I asked softly, knowing there would be no answer. I held her close and rushed back to the house.
Once inside, I laid her gently on the couch and noticed a note taped to her car seat. With trembling hands, I unfolded it. The note read, “Amanda, one and a half years old.”
That was all. No phone number, no explanation. Just a name. I searched the car seat for more information, but there was nothing. I looked down at Amanda, who stirred slightly, and felt my heart twist. What was I going to do with her?
Without thinking, I called the police. They listened as I explained the situation, but when they told me there were no reports of a missing child, frustration bubbled inside me. Still, they asked me to bring her in.
At the station, Amanda sat quietly in her car seat, her wide eyes gazing up at me as though she already trusted me. When the officers said she’d be placed in the care of social services, a sudden surge of protectiveness washed over me.
“Can she stay with me, at least for now?” I asked, my voice steady though my heart raced.
After hours of paperwork and background checks, they agreed. Amanda was coming home with me.
The days that followed were a blur of bottles, diapers, and sleepless nights. It had been so long since I’d taken care of a little one, but it all came back to me piece by piece. Every morning, I bought her toys, read her stories, and watched as her giggles filled the quiet spaces of my house. She became the light I didn’t know I needed.
It wasn’t always easy—some nights, her cries were impossible to soothe. But even in those difficult moments, I found joy. Amanda had filled the void in my heart, a place that had been empty for so long. The more time we spent together, the more attached I became.
One morning, as I fed Amanda breakfast, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find a police officer standing with an elderly woman by his side.
“Jessica,” the officer said gently. “This is Amanda’s grandmother, Carol. She’s here to take her back.”
My heart sank. Amanda had become so much a part of me that the thought of letting her go felt unbearable. But Carol was her family. I had no right to keep her.
Carol stepped forward, smiling warmly. “Hello, sweetie,” she said, reaching for Amanda. Every instinct in me screamed to hold on, but I slowly handed her over.
The moment Amanda left my arms, she started to cry. Her little hands reached for me, and it was like a dagger to my heart. Tears stung my eyes as I watched her go, but I knew I had no choice.
Before leaving, Carol handed me a basket and thanked me for taking care of Amanda. As soon as they were gone, I collapsed on the couch, tears flowing freely. It felt like I had lost my daughter all over again.
Later that night, I stared at the basket, too heartbroken to eat. Something nagged at me, though. I picked up the thank-you note Carol had left and read it again. The handwriting looked familiar.
My heart raced as I ran to my room and grabbed the note that had been left with Amanda’s car seat. Holding the two side by side, a chill ran down my spine. The handwriting was the same. Carol had abandoned Amanda at the cemetery.
Without hesitation, I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I hadn’t called in a long time.
“John, hi,” I said, my voice shaking.
“Jess?” he sounded surprised. “Is everything okay?”
“No,” I admitted, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “I need your help.”
“I’ll be right there,” he said, his voice firm.
John arrived in under twenty minutes. I told him everything—about Amanda, the cemetery, and Carol’s deception. He listened quietly, and when I finished, he asked the question I’d been dreading.
“What do you want to do?”
“I want to take her back,” I said, my voice strong with conviction. “Amanda belongs with me.”
John nodded, and from that moment, we worked together. It was a long battle—endless meetings with lawyers and tense confrontations with Carol—but we didn’t give up. Weeks later, we stood in court, ready to fight for Amanda’s future.
Carol broke down on the stand, admitting that she had left Amanda at the cemetery because she could no longer care for her. The court revoked her custody, and I was granted temporary guardianship—with the possibility of adoption.
As I walked out of the courthouse, Amanda resting peacefully in my arms, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was mine, and I would do everything in my power to keep her safe and loved.
John walked beside us, his expression calm but content. “You’re going to be an amazing mom to her,” he said softly.
I smiled at him, my heart full of gratitude. “Thank you, John. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
As we walked away from the courthouse, I felt a renewed sense of hope. Halloween had always been special to me, but now it meant something even greater—it brought Amanda into my life.
And perhaps, just maybe, it was bringing John back into it, too.
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