Pierce Brosnan’s wife, Keely, left fans stunned during her latest red-carpet appearance alongside her star husband. The 60-year-old beauty looked completely transformed, prompting the comments section to be flooded with remarks about her new appearance.
The former James Bond actor, 70, and his wife of 23 years, Keely, looked as stunning as ever as they attended the 2024 Oscar Wilde Awards in Santa Monica. The duo appeared sleek and elegant, coordinating their outfits in black ensembles from head to toe.
Countless fans gushed over how gorgeous they both looked and showered the couple with compliments, such as «They’re aging naturally, and they both look great, good for them,» and noting that «They look so nice together. Love that they’ve been together so long.»
Fans in large numbers couldn’t help but point out that Keely has «lost a lot of weight.»
One person noted, «Whatever she’s doing, she needs to keep doing. A really pretty face showing through now, and I bet she feels better too.» Another commentator wondered, «I thought she had a disease where she couldn’t lose weight? Anyway, they look great!»
The couple who met in 1994 and married in 2001 has one of Hollywood’s most celebrated and long-lasting relationships. They have two sons together, Dylan and Paris.
Keely, once a model and actress with roles in both television and film, transitioned into an on-air correspondent. Utilizing her platform, she champions environmentalism and animal rights.
We can all acknowledge that Keely Shaye has consistently looked stunning, regardless of her body size, and alongside her star husband, they make a captivating couple.
A few months back, during Pierce’s birthday celebration, he demonstrated his true gentlemanly demeanor when spotted out with his wife and mother-in-law.
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This Caribbean Island Is Back From the Brink—and Ready To Share Its Treasures With the World
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The paintings of Italian-born artist Agostino Brunias, who made a profession of depicting the island in subdued, stylized settings that covered up the harsh realities of colonial control, were my first visual introduction to Dominica. However, as soon as I step onto its winding roads, which begin to twist shortly after I arrive, it becomes evident that this region, which is situated in the center of the Lesser Antilles’ curve, is anything but tame. The two-toned leaves of its bois canot trees, which change color from green to white when they sway in the wind, shimmer and bristle with the power of the volcano. It lulls with the erratic sound of its numerous waterfalls, scatters rainbows haphazardly across its breathtaking horizons, and enchants from the depths with its vibrant coral reefs. And it roars come storm season.
The indigenous Kalinago people of Dominica survived invasion by the French and British, who imposed slavery on the Africans who now make up four-fifths of the island’s population and left a linguistic legacy of English and French-based Creole, by mastering the lush tropical rainforest that covers more than 60% of the island. If you visit Trinidad for roti and Jamaica for jerk, you should travel to Dominica for green things like bush rum and flower teas. There are a ton of medicinal herbs in the forest.
The Jungle Bay Dominica resort, located smack dab in the center of the Soufrière jungles, leans into nature instead, maybe realizing the futility of fighting against the earth’s generosity. When I finally get there, the kitchen is closed. Joanne Hilaire, the operations manager, tells me that they never let guests go hungry, though, so I can feel the warmth of Dominica’s welcome. The cook is preparing an excellently stewed dish of beans with taro, rice, and plantain for our late dinner, off the menu, while I have a refreshing ginger-lime cocktail that is a local favorite. When I wake up the following morning, I find that my villa’s doors open onto a private veranda that faces southwest toward Soufrière Bay, where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean converge. I let the light wake me for the remainder of my stay by leaving my blinds open.
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