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.
A Mysterious Van Was Parked Across My House for a Month—One Night, I Heard a Baby Crying Inside
A mysterious van showed up across the street one day and never left. I told myself it wasn’t my business to snoop. But sometimes, the things we ignore are the ones meant to find us. I just didn’t know how much that van would change everything… until I heard a baby crying inside one night.
I’m Catherine, 32, a single mom to twin 13-year-old twin daughters… and someone who clawed her way up from nothing. People see my nice house in Willow Brook now and assume I’ve always had it together. They don’t see the terrified 18-year-old girl who once had nowhere to go.
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“Mom, we need more milk,” Phoebe called from the kitchen one Tuesday evening as I kicked off my heels by the front door.
“And can Jasmine come over this weekend?” Chloe added, not looking up from her phone.
I dropped my work bag with a thud. “Hello to you too, my precious dolls who I haven’t seen all day.”
The twins exchanged that look, the one that said they were humoring me, before both mumbling their hellos.
I smiled despite my exhaustion. My girls were growing up so fast… both with their father’s golden curls and my stubbornness. I’d done everything for them, and somehow, we made it.
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“Yes to milk, maybe to Jasmine!” I said, heading to the kitchen. “Let me get dinner started first.”
That’s when I noticed it through the window—a faded red minivan parked directly across the street. It was a strange spot. Nobody ever parked there.
“Hey girls, do either of you know whose van that is?” I gestured out the window.
Phoebe shrugged. “It’s been there since morning. Thought it was Mrs. Carter’s nephew visiting.”
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I frowned but let it go. In our neighborhood, everyone generally minded their own business… a policy I’d appreciated plenty of times over the years.
“Just seemed odd,” I said, turning back to the pantry.
But over the next few weeks, the minivan became a quiet obsession. It never moved. Nobody got in or out whenever I noticed. The windows were tinted just enough that you couldn’t see inside. I even asked Mrs. Carter about her nephew.
“Don’t have one,” she replied, squinting across at the mysterious vehicle. “Thought it belonged to your friend.”
“Not mine,” I said.
Days passed and the van remained.
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Sleep had been my enemy since the girls were babies. That night, exactly four weeks after I’d first noticed the van, insomnia hit hard again.
At 2 a.m., I gave up on sleep and decided a walk might help. The neighborhood was silent as I slipped out in sweatpants and a hoodie. The spring air held a chill that made me hug myself as I walked.
Thirteen years ago, I’d walked neighborhoods like this one… nicer neighborhoods where I didn’t belong. I still remember pushing a second-hand double stroller, desperately trying to get the newborn twins to sleep while I had nowhere to go.
“You don’t know how lucky you are!” I whispered to my sleeping street.
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I was rounding the block back toward home when I passed the minivan again and stopped dead in my tracks.
A cry—unmistakably a baby’s cry—was coming from inside.
I froze, my heart suddenly hammering. The cry came again, followed by a soft shushing sound. Someone was in there.
Before I could think better of it, I approached the van and knocked gently on the window.
“Hello? Are you okay in there?”
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Silence fell instantly. Then rustling. The side door slid open just a crack, and a young woman’s face appeared. She looked pale, exhausted, and absolutely terrified.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t call anyone.”
Her eyes were red and puffy. In her arms was a baby girl, couldn’t have been more than six months old. The little one was letting out the faintest, broken whimper.
“I’m not calling anyone,” I said, raising my hands slightly. “My name’s Catherine. I live right there.” I pointed to my house.
She hesitated, then opened the door a bit wider. The inside of the van was neat but obviously lived-in, adorned with a makeshift bed, a small cooler, and clothes neatly folded in plastic bins.
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“I’m Albina,” she finally said. “This is Kelly.”
The baby looked up at me with huge, dark eyes that were all too familiar. I’d seen those same scared, uncertain eyes in the mirror 13 years ago.
“How long have you been living here?”
“About a month. I move around…. and try not to stay in one place too long.”
The spring breeze picked up, and she shivered. That did it for me.
“Come with me,” I said. “It’s too cold for the baby out here.”
“I can’t—”
“You can. Just for tonight. No strings, no calls to anyone. Just a warm place to sleep and maybe a decent meal.”
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Albina looked at me like I was offering her the moon. “Why would you help us?”
I thought about giving her some line about being a good neighbor, but something in her eyes demanded honesty.
“Because thirteen years ago, I was you. And someone helped me.”
***
My kitchen felt too bright after the darkness outside. Albina sat rigidly on the couch, Kelly dozing against her shoulder as I warmed up leftover chicken soup.
“She’s beautiful,” I said, nodding toward the baby.
Albina’s face softened. “She’s everything.”
“How old?”
“Seven months next week.”
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I placed a bowl of soup in front of her. She hesitated, then shifted Kelly to one arm and picked up the spoon with her free hand. She ate like someone who hadn’t had a proper meal in days.
“Where’s her dad?”
Albina’s jaw tightened. “Gone. The second I told him I was pregnant.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Mine too.”
Her eyes met mine, surprised. “You have kids?”
“Twin girls. Thirteen now.” I smiled slightly. “They’re sleeping upstairs. Phoebe and Chloe.”
“Alone? Just you?”
“Just me. Always has been.”
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Albina looked down at her soup. “I don’t know how you did it with two children.”
“Barely,” I admitted. “We were homeless for a while. Living in my car until it got repossessed. Then shelters. Crashing on acquaintances’ couches. It was… rough.”
“That’s where I’m headed,” she whispered. “I had to leave my apartment last month when I couldn’t pay the rent. Dad left me this van when he died last year. It’s all I have left.”
She gestured to a small sewing kit on the table. “I make baby clothes. Sell them at the flea market on weekends. It’s not much, but…”
“But it’s something,” I finished for her.
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“I’m scared they’ll take her,” Albina said, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes. “If anyone official finds out we’re living in a van… they’ll say I can’t provide for her.”
I reached across the table on impulse and squeezed her hand. “It’s not gonna happen. Not on my watch.”
Sometime after midnight, my twins discovered our guests.
“Mom?” Phoebe stood in the kitchen doorway, looking confused. “There’s a baby in the guest room.”
Albina had finally fallen asleep, Kelly tucked beside her on the bed.
I sighed. “Come here, you two. We need to talk.”
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The girls sat across from me at the kitchen table, still half-asleep but curious.
“That’s Albina and Kelly,” I explained. “They needed a place to stay tonight.”
“Why?” Chloe asked.
I took a deep breath. “Because they’ve been living in that van across the street.”
Their eyes widened.
“Living there?” Phoebe echoed. “Like… actually living?”
“Yes. Just like we lived in our old car for a while after your dad left.”
The twins exchanged looks. We didn’t talk about those days often.
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“You never told us it was that bad,” Chloe said, her eyes downcast.
“You were babies. You don’t remember. And I’ve tried very hard to forget.”
“What happens to them now?” Phoebe interrupted.
I looked at these amazing young ladies I’d somehow raised despite everything and felt a certainty settle over me.
“Do you remember Ms. Iris?”
They both nodded. Ms. Iris was practically family and the kind older woman who’d given me my first real chance.
“She found me crying outside the diner where she worked. Two babies, no home, no hope. And you know what she did? She hired me on the spot. Let us stay in her spare room. Watched you two while I took night classes.”
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I looked toward the guest room where Albina and Kelly slept. “Someone did that for us once. Maybe it’s our turn now.”
The next morning, I called in sick for the first time in three years.
“You sure about this?” Albina asked, bouncing Kelly on her hip as I made pancakes. The twins had already left for school, surprisingly excited about our new guests.
“About pancakes? Definitely. About you staying here? Very much.”
“You don’t even know me.”
I flipped a pancake. “I know enough. I know you’re a good mom. I can see it.”
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Albina’s eyes welled with tears. “I’m trying so hard.”
“That’s all any of us can do.” I set a plate in front of her. “Now eat. Then show me these baby clothes you make.”
Her designs were beautiful and simple but unique. Delicate embroidery on onesies, handmade bonnets, tiny cardigans… all made with obvious care despite her limited resources.
“Albina, these are amazing,” I said, examining a tiny dress. “You should be selling these online, not just at flea markets.”
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She shrugged. “Online? I don’t even know where to start.”
I smiled. “Lucky for you, e-commerce marketing is literally my job.”
***
It’s been four years since that night. Four years since I heard a baby crying and found my past sitting in a minivan across the street.
Kelly often runs through my living room now, a whirlwind of curls and laughter at four years old. “Auntie Cathy! Look what I drew!”
“It’s beautiful, sweetheart,” I’d tell her, taking the colorful scribble.
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One day, Albina visited with a laptop under her arm. “Guess who just got an order from that boutique in Vancouver?”
“No way! That’s international shipping now!” I high-fived her.
“Albina’s Little Blessings” has grown from a desperate mother’s side hustle into a thriving business. Albina’s handmade children’s clothes now ship nationwide, and she has three part-time employees helping with production.
They moved into their own apartment two years ago, though Kelly still has regular sleepovers with her “aunties” Phoebe and Chloe when they’re home from school.
Sometimes I look at Albina and can hardly believe she’s the same frightened young woman I found in that van.
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“You saved us,” she told me once.
But that’s not quite right. What I did was simple: I recognized myself in her story and refused to walk away. I broke the cycle that might have trapped another young mother in the same desperation I once knew.
That minivan is long gone now. Albina sold it last year and used the money to expand her business. But sometimes when I can’t sleep, I still find myself looking out my window at that empty spot across the street… the spot where everything changed.
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Not every cry in the night needs to go unanswered. Not every struggle needs to be faced alone. Sometimes, the kindness of a stranger is all it takes to rewrite a story.
And sometimes, the people we help end up helping us heal parts of ourselves we didn’t even know were still broken.
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