Pamela Anderson, the iconic Baywatch star and Canadian-American beauty, is making headlines again, and this time it’s not for her red swimsuit running down the beach. In the latest Proenza Schouler SS/24 campaign, Anderson continues to embrace her fresh-faced look and defies age, showcasing her timeless beauty. The luxury women’s fashion brand, established in 2002 by Jack McCollough and Lazaro Hernandez, couldn’t have chosen a more fitting muse to represent their collection.
In the campaign, Pamela Anderson appears ageless, with minimal makeup that accentuates her natural beauty. She graces the camera wearing the New York label’s stunning $1,790 ‘Lara Knit Dress’ in vibrant red. However, what’s truly remarkable is that it seems Anderson is wearing little to no makeup, except for a touch of lip gloss.
The decision to showcase Anderson’s natural beauty is not accidental. The 56-year-old actress and model has been an advocate for embracing one’s true self and challenging conventional standards of beauty. In a recent interview with Vogue France, she shаrеd her perspective, saying, “I’m not into the makeup look right now. My mom always told me, ‘At some point in your life, you’re not going to want to wear makeup on your skin.’ And she’s right.”
This isn’t the first time Pamela Anderson has boldly embraced her natural look. Last October, during Paris Fashion Week festivities, she proudly announced her decision to wear only her DIY rose oil on her alabaster complexion. This move reflects her commitment to authentic beauty and her desire to inspire others to embrace their natural selves.Behind the scenes of this stunning campaign, Anderson had the support of her trusted makeup artist, Cyndle Komarovski, who also worked with her for the Daily Front Row’s Fashion Media Awards in Manhattan on September 8, where she accepted the Style Icon Award. Cyndle’s minimalistic approach to makeup perfectly aligns with Anderson’s vision of beauty, allowing her natural radiance to shine through.
Hairstylist Karim Belghiran and nail artist Alicia Torello completed Anderson’s look for the Proenza Schouler campaign. They transformed her signature blonde mane, taking out some volume, and applied a classic red manicure, enhancing her timeless style. The entire look was curated by stylist Thistle Brown, who ensured Anderson’s effortless beauty was front and center.
In addition to her stunning appearance in the Proenza Schouler campaign, Pamela Anderson has been making waves in her career. She’s currently working on a cookbook, fulfilling a lifelong dream. “This has always been my dream to have a cooking show. Always, always, always,” Anderson shаrеd. “Brandon came to me and said, ‘Mom, your dream is going to come true.’ And now we are on Food Network Canada, which is even better because I am so insistent on doing Canadian projects and working with Canadian production companies.”Pamela’s Cooking With Love, her upcoming vegan cooking show, is set to premiere later this year on Food Network Canada.
Anderson’s passion for cooking and her commitment to a plant-based lifestyle have come together to create a show that promises to delight viewers with delicious and nutritious meals. Anderson expressed her excitement about the show, saying, “Michelin star chefs, James Beard Award winners, and all these incredible chefs from all over the world came to my little barn on the island, and we cooked the most amazing mind-blowing meals. I mean, my head just exploded every episode. I was so excited! I was likе a sponge, just soaking it all in!”
In addition to her flourishing career, Pamela Anderson is also a proud mother of two sons, Brandon Thomas Lee and Dylan Jagger Lee. Both of them showed their support for their mother’s Proenza Schouler campaign by Instastorying it with supportive emojis. Pamela welcomed these two talented young men during her three-year marriage to three-time Grammy nominee Tommy Lee, which ended in 1998.
As Pamela Anderson continues to inspire us with her beauty, authenticity, and resilience, it’s clear that age is just a number. Her timeless elegance and unwavering commitment to embracing her true self make her an icon for generations to come. In a world often obsessed with youth and superficial beauty, Pamela Anderson reminds us that the real essence of beauty lies in being confident in who we are.
I Looked After My Elderly Neighbor, but Her Son Blamed Me for Not Doing Enough – The Fallout Was Harsh
Debbie, living in a quiet neighborhood, becomes close to her elderly neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, and begins to care for her. But when Deb’s mother has to undergo surgery, she has no option but to go home and care for her mother… only for her to receive a horrible phone call from Steve, Mrs. Jenkins’ son, accusing her of not doing enough.
Look, I didn’t want revenge on anybody, especially not for just being kind to an elderly neighbor.
I live in a quiet neighborhood, and my next-door neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, is an 82-year-old widow. She’s frail, lonely, and honestly, sad. It’s like she’s been forgotten by her own family. Her only son, Steve, lives just 20 minutes away but rarely visits.
Whenever I saw her on the porch, she seemed so lost, staring off into the distance. My heart went out to her, so I started helping where I could.
For over a year, I’ve been running small errands. Groceries, appointments, clearing her driveway of leaves in the fall and snow in the winter.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Debbie,” she said to me one morning after I dropped off her groceries, including some freshly baked bread for her breakfast.
“I’m here for anything you need, Marlene,” I said.
Honestly, it wasn’t much, but I felt good knowing that I was helping. Especially since her real family was so absent.
“Steve?” she said one day when I asked about him. “That kid means everything to me, but I know I don’t mean as much to my son. It’s okay. You’re here.”
She would always smile like I was her favorite person.
This man, who barely knew his mother’s daily life, had the audacity to accuse me of not doing enough.
But things took a dark turn when I had to leave town for a few weeks. I couldn’t help it, my mother was in the hospital after being diagnosed with fibroids and cysts that needed to be removed.
I had to be there with her. There was no way about it.
“I’m coming, Mom,” I said. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”
“But, Deb,” my mother whined. “I don’t want to disturb your routine. Dad’s here, I’ll be fine with him.”
“Mom, I work from home. I can work from anywhere,” I said sternly. “And anyway, Dad’s idea of taking care of someone is making chicken noodle soup. That’s pretty much it. You’re going for invasive surgery. You need me.”
Before I left, I stocked Mrs. Jenkins’ house with groceries, made sure that she had everything she needed, and asked our neighbor Karen to check in on her from time to time.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, Marlene,” I said. “Don’t you worry about a thing. And I’ve asked little Josh to come over and check your mail. He knows that if there’s anything in your mailbox, he has to bring it right to you.”
“Thank you, darling,” she said. “You’re too good to me.”
I thought I’d covered all my bases.
Ten days into my stay with my parents, my phone rang while I was cooking dinner. I didn’t recognize the number, but I picked up anyway.
“Debbie?” the voice snapped when I answered. “Are you the neighbor who’s supposed to be taking care of my mom?”
It was Steve. Mrs. Jenkins’ son. The man who barely showed up for his own mother.
For a second, I got nervous, hoping that nothing had happened to her.
“I just got a call from my mother,” he continued, not even stopping for me to speak. “She ran out of milk. And you’re out of town? Why didn’t you make sure she had enough before you left?”
I was absolutely floored. This man, who barely knew his mother’s daily life, had the audacity to accuse me of not doing enough.
Me?
“Steve,” I said, trying to remain calm. “I’m out of town because my mom is in the hospital. This is where I need to be. I stocked your mom up before I left. And I spoke to Karen, our neighbor, to check on her.”
Instead of apologizing or offering to help like any normal person, he shot back.
“Well, that’s just not good enough, Debbie. If you’re going to take care of my mother, then you need to do it right! I can’t be running around getting her things whenever you drop the ball.”
I almost screamed. The audacity of this man was astounding.
How could he accuse me of dropping the ball when I’d been doing everything for her? Especially while he sat back and did nothing!
I took a deep breath.
“Steve, she’s your mother. You can’t expect me to do everything for her while you’re right there, and do nothing! Maybe you should help her out for once.”
His response was just sad.
“You’re pathetic,” he said. “You don’t even do that much for her.”
Before I could retaliate, I just cut the call. I didn’t want to say anything worse, and I also didn’t want to risk it getting back to Marlene and upsetting her.
Later, as I sat with my mom in her hospital room, I couldn’t stop replaying that conversation. By the time I got home, I knew exactly what I needed to do.
“Go home, honey,” my mother said when I told her about Steve’s phone call. “I’m doing just fine, and my progress is great. The doctor is really happy with me. I told you, Dad and I will be fine!”
I really didn’t want to leave, but I missed my own home. And I missed working from my own space, too. So, I left a few days later.
When I got back, the first thing I did was check on Mrs. Jenkins. Thankfully, she was fine. It turns out that Karen had taken care of the milk situation, and Mrs. Jenkins had no idea about the chaos Steve had stirred up.
“What? Really? He said that?” she exclaimed, shocked.
Steve had to step up. He was not happy about it. Not at all.
As glad as I was that Steve hadn’t fed her any stories about me, I wasn’t going to allow him to get away with this.
The next day, I gently told Mrs. Jenkins that I wouldn’t be able to help her as much anymore.
“I have other commitments, Marlene,” I said sadly. “I have to check on my mother more often, too. She’s going to need me for the next few weeks.”
She looked disappointed, but she reassured me that she understood.
A few weeks went by, and Steve had no choice but to step up. Naturally, he wasn’t happy about it. Sometimes, as I worked from my living room, I could see him showing up to his mother’s house. He always looked irritated, like running an errand for his mother was the biggest burden anyone could have placed on him.
When I did visit Mrs. Jenkins next, she smiled and told me that she was relying on Steve more.
“I call him for everything,” she said. “Milk, teabags, and even help with the gutters.”
One afternoon, Mrs. Jenkins asked me to help her sort through some old papers. That’s when we stumbled upon her will.
Naturally, Steve was listed as the sole beneficiary.
“It’s a shame that Steve cannot spend more time with you,” I said casually. “You know, with work and whatnot.”
“I know, dear,” Mrs. Jenkins sighed. “But he’s been like that. Sometimes I think he only sticks around for what I’ll leave him.”
That was all the confirmation I needed.
“You know, Marlene,” I said. “You don’t have to leave everything to Steve. It might be nice to donate some to charity or leave something for the people who have always been there for you. That’s a sweet gesture. Think about it.”
“You’re right, Debbie,” she said. “I’ll think about it.”
A week later, Mrs. Jenkins updated her will. Steve still got his share, but she also included several charities to get vast portions of her estate. She left a little something for me, too, though I didn’t ask for it.
It wasn’t about the money. It was about showing Steve that neglect and greed have consequences.
When Steve found out, he stormed to my house, knocking furiously on my door.
“You convinced my mother to give away my inheritance? You manipulative little…”
I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.
“I didn’t convince her of anything. Maybe if you spent more time with her, you’d know what she really wanted.”
Steve spluttered, his face turning red. He shouted a few more insults and stormed off, but I could see it in his eyes.
He knew that he had lost.
Now, the lovely Mrs. Jenkins is happier than ever, and I’m taking her to the ballet later this week. Steve is sulking, likely regretting all the time he wasted.
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And as for me? I’m happy knowing that Mrs. Jenkins isn’t being taken advantage of by Steve.
Sometimes, the best revenge is just letting someone realize their own failure.
What would you have done?
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