Well here she is in her mid-fifties, rocking a tangerine caftan on her honeymoon in the Bahamas (The Loews Paradise Island Hotel and Villa), and looking totally. freaking. fierce.
The dramatic dress, the perfect frosted hair, not a pore on her face or décolletage, the strappy heels, the gold jewelry, and the ever present cigarette (about to ash on the carpet).
This could be any night at home as well. She would go to a favorite restaurant (Stewart Anderson’s Black Angus, perhaps), and bring home a doggy bag with half of a rare strip steak and some garlic bread. I was usually the lucky recipient of this treat.
This is quintessential Stella.
