Joan Collins Turns 91: Photos of Her Transforming Appearance through the Years

Her childhood was unconventional as she grew up during the Blitz period. Years later, Joan thought it would be great to do a film about growing up with her sister during this era but her dream hasn’t come to fruition.

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Even so, the actress said that as the war continued, she was just a child, unaware of the bombings. She would collect fragments of debris from the streets and store them in her cigar box each evening.

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She narrated, “We would draw silly pictures of Hitler. We were evacuated 10 or 12 times. We would be in the tube stations, and people would be playing their harmonicas and singing.”

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Despite the chaos, Joan Collins, who deeply loved her Anglican Briton mother, realized that she did not want to live the same life her mom lived. “Mummy was the 1950s housewife, very sweet and very docile,” she explained.
The actress had previously said that her mom, who died at the age of 52, died very young because she never spoke back to her husband.

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oan also shared that “My father never held back. I saw him as a figure to look up to more than my mother. I loved her to death but I considered her to be weak and I hated all the clothes she wore.”
The actress’s mother consistently wore girdles, suspenders, stockings, tight bras, underpinnings, and corsets, which Joan disliked.

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Joan, who took great care in her appearance, was voted the most beautiful girl in England by a photographers’ association when she was 18. The newspapers asked her dad what he thought about her daughter’s position, he replied, “I’m amazed. She’s a nice-enough-looking girl. Nothing special.”

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At this point, Joan had departed from the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art (RADA), developed a passion for French existentialism, admired the singer Juliette Gréco, and dreamed of becoming a celebrated stage actress.

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The focus on her appearance was even more as her film career progressed. Joan disclosed that in Hollywood, she faced daily verbal abuse.
She recounted how the makeup department gave her cruel nicknames, such as “Moonface” due to her baby fat and “Scrawny Legs” because of her thin legs. She remembered the department as a large group of women who were particularly harsh and unkind to her.

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In 1955, when Joan was 22, she was cast in the biopic about Evelyn Nesbit “The Girl in the Red Velvet Swing.” Evelyn was considered the most beautiful girl in New York and Joan was to play her.

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So, one day, Joan who was still in the Juliette Gréco character and thus had no makeup and was in jeans with scruffy hair, ran into her director Richard Fleischer. Richard told her, “Oh my God, I cannot look at you – you are so ugly. You cannot go around like that – put some makeup on, get your hair done, get a proper dress.”

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Just like her career, Joan’s personal life also had its ups and downs. When she was 17, still a virgin, the actress went on a date with actor Maxwell Reed, aged 31. He spiked her rum and coke and raped her.

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“I was 17, but I was the equivalent mentally of 12. We did not have sex education,” she noted. Shockingly, Maxwell became the actress’s first husband. When asked why she chose to marry her rapist, she answered, “Because I come from a generation where if you’re going to have sex, you get married.”

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However, when Joan learned that Maxwell wanted to give her to older men for $12,710 a night as long as he could watch, she stood up for herself. After four years of marriage, the two divorced.

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In her 20s, Joan lived with several men, including Sydney Chaplin and Arthur Loew Jr. She also had an affair with a married man who was eight years her senior. As much as the man was handsome, witty, and fascinating, Joan said the affair was utter hell and she never engaged in one again.

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Hollywood men, including directors, also went after Joan. In her autobiography, “Behind the Shoulder Pads,” the actress revealed that she was offered the role of Cleopatra in Joseph L. Mankiewicz’s film on the condition that she got along well with Buddy Adler, the head of Fox, and the chairman of the board.

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Joan, who was disgusted by how directors and producers, who were old men, took advantage of young actresses said no as she never wanted to be a part of that. The Cleopatra role was given to Elizabeth Taylor.

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In the memoir, Joan also wrote about having an abortion when she got pregnant at 26 with her fiancé, Beatty, a 23-year-old aspiring actor. Beatty convinced Joan to abort the baby because it would derail their career. Years later, she agreed with him, noting that if he had a baby, she would have had to say goodbye to her acting career.

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Joan went on to have three kids. She had her first two, Tara and Alexander with her second husband, Anthony Newley. Her last child, Katyana, is with her second husband Ron Kass.

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The actress’s third husband was Peter Holm and she is now married to Percy Gibson. Joan announced that she was engaged to Percy in December 2001 and then the pair got married in 2002 at Claridge’s Hotel in London, in front of 175 guests.
The lovebirds, who have been together for over two decades, met when Joan was featured in a touring production of the play “Love Letters” in the US. The Peruvian-born theatre manager also helped Joan edit her novel “Star Quality.”

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Many people talked when Joan and Percy Gibson got married because he is 32 years younger than her. Joan was asked to comment on their age difference and she said, “Well, if he dies, he dies.”
In 2023, Joan gushed about her marriage saying that she had found the right man in her current husband, “Oh yes, Percy and I have been married for 21 years and it’s just marvelous.”

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Now, Joan is in her 90s but she still has the youthful charm and grace in her presence. When asked if she has had cosmetic procedures done, the actress simply said with a shrug, “If people want to think I’ve had surgery, then…”

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Joan added, “You can tell [I haven’t] because I have lines and jowls. When I see women around my age I think: ‘Oh, really? My gosh, I look quite a bit…’ I think I look pretty good!”
The movie star is also needle-phobic and just couldn’t bring herself to have cosmetic work done on her. She attributes her good look, perfect complexion, and youthfulness to staying out of the sun.
She added that her mom taught her to moisturize her skin and use night cream, something she also taught her daughters. Joan’s lovely appearance still amazes her fans.

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In April 2024, Joan enjoyed a fun photoshoot for the New York Times Fashion and Style section. She looked radiant in a white cardigan paired with an off-white cap and black trousers.

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A fan, amazed by her look, said, “You are simply iconic, dear one, and stunning ♥️♥️.” Another admirer commented, “You always look so beautiful♥️.”
When she turned 90 in 2023, a fan shared a picture of Joan taken on the streets. The actress was in a modest flower dress styled with a white coat, a sun hat, and sunglasses. The fan captioned the post, “Happiest of birthdays to Dame Joan Collins, who turns 90 but easily looks at least 20 years younger.”

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At 91, Joan Collins is content with both her personal and professional life. Retirement isn’t on her agenda, as she plans to continue working because of her passion for it.
She acknowledged that performing her one-woman show and staying in a different hotel each night was exhausting, but the enthusiastic audiences and her love for her work made it a rewarding experience.

I Was Shocked When My Wife Gave Birth to a Black Baby – The Reason Changed Everything!

Brent’s life turns upside down when his wife gives birth to a baby with dark skin, causing shock and accusations in the delivery room. As doubt and feelings of betrayal threaten to break their family apart, Brent faces a choice that will test their love and trust forever.

After five years of trying, Stephanie and I were finally going to be parents. Stephanie held my hand tightly as she endured another contraction, but her face was calm and focused.

When the first cry filled the room, I felt a mix of relief, pride, and love all at once. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I let it out in a shaky sigh.

Stephanie reached out, eager to hold our baby, but when the nurse placed the tiny bundle in her arms, the mood shifted.

Stephanie stared at the baby, her face losing color, her eyes wide with shock.

“That’s not my baby,” she gasped, her words catching in her throat. “That’s not my baby!”

I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? Steph, what are you talking about?”

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She shook her head as the nurse explained that they hadn’t cut the umbilical cord yet, so this was definitely our baby. Stephanie looked like she wanted to push the baby away.

“Brent, look!” Her voice rose in panic. “She’s… she’s not… I never…”

I looked down at our baby and felt my world tilt. Dark skin, soft curls. It felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me.

“What the hell, Stephanie?” My voice sounded sharp and accusing.

The nurse flinched, and I noticed our families frozen in shock.

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“It’s not mine!” Stephanie’s voice broke as she looked at me, tears in her eyes. “It can’t be. I never slept with anyone else. Brent, you must believe me.”

The tension in the room felt heavy, and everyone quietly slipped away, leaving just the three of us. I should’ve stayed, but I couldn’t bear the feeling of betrayal.

“Brent, wait!” Stephanie’s voice called out as I marched toward the door. “Please, don’t leave me. I swear, I’ve never been with anyone else. You’re the only man I’ve ever loved.”

Her honesty made me stop. I turned to her. This was the woman I’d loved for years. Could she really be lying to me now?

“Steph,” I said softly, despite the storm inside me. “This doesn’t make sense. How… how do you explain this?”

“I don’t understand it either, but please, Brent, you have to believe me.”

I looked back at the baby in her arms. The skin and hair were still a shock, but then I saw it: she had my eyes and a dimple on her left cheek, just like me.

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I stepped closer and cupped Stephanie’s cheek. “I’m here. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not leaving you. We’ll figure this out together.”

She collapsed against me, sobbing, and I held my wife and daughter tightly. I’m not sure how long we stayed like that, but eventually, Stephanie began to nod off, exhausted from labor and the stress of the situation.

I gently untangled myself from them and said, “I just need a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Stephanie looked up at me, her eyes puffy and red, and nodded. I knew she was scared I wouldn’t return, but I needed to clear my head.

I stepped out into the hallway, the door clicking softly behind me, and took a deep breath. But it didn’t help. I needed more than just air. I needed answers.

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“Brent,” a familiar voice called, cutting through my thoughts.

I looked up to see my mother standing by the window at the end of the hall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her face was set in a disapproving line that used to scare me as a kid.

“Mom,” I greeted her, but my voice was flat. I didn’t have the energy for any lecture.

She didn’t waste time. “Brent, you can’t stay with her after this. You saw the baby. That’s not your child. It can’t be.”

“She is my child; I’m sure of it. I—” My voice faltered because I wasn’t entirely sure. That doubt was eating at me.

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Mom moved closer, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t be naive, Brent. Stephanie has betrayed you. You need to wake up.”

Her words hit me hard. I wanted to shout at her, to say she was wrong, but I couldn’t. Some part of me whispered that maybe she was right.

“Mom, I… I don’t know,” I admitted, feeling the ground slip away beneath my feet. “I don’t know what to think right now.”

She softened slightly, reaching out to touch my arm. “Brent, you need to leave her. You deserve better than this. She’s clearly not who you thought she was.”

I pulled away from her. “No, you don’t get it. That’s my wife and daughter in there. I can’t just walk away.”

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Mom gave me a pitying look. “Brent, sometimes you have to make hard choices for your own good. You deserve the truth.”

I turned away. “Yeah, I do deserve the truth. But I’m not making any decisions until I have it. I’m going to find out what’s going on, and whatever I discover, I’ll deal with it. But until then, I’m not giving up on Stephanie.”

She sighed, clearly unhappy with my answer, but didn’t push further. “Just be careful, Brent. Don’t let your love for her blind you.”

With that, I walked away. I couldn’t stand there and listen to any more doubts. I made my way down to the hospital’s genetics department, every step feeling heavier.

When I reached the office, my heart was pounding, reminding me of what was at stake.

The doctor was calm and explained the DNA test process like it was routine. But for me, it was anything but.

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They took my blood and swabbed the inside of my cheek, promising results as soon as possible.

I spent those hours pacing the waiting area, replaying everything in my head. I thought about Stephanie’s desperate look, her need for me to believe her.

And the baby with my eyes and dimples. My heart held onto those details like a lifeline. But my mom’s voice kept telling me I was a fool for not seeing the truth.

Finally, the call came. I could barely hear the doctor’s voice over the roar of blood in my ears. But then the words cut through: “The test confirms that you are the biological father.”

Relief washed over me, followed by guilt so sharp it made me catch my breath. How could I have doubted her? How could I have let suspicion cloud my mind?

But the doctor wasn’t finished.

She explained recessive genes and how traits from generations back could show up in a child. It made sense, but it didn’t erase my shame for not trusting Stephanie.

The truth was clear 

I made my way back to the room, the results in my hand like a lifeline.

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When I opened the door, Stephanie looked up, hope shining in her eyes. I crossed the room quickly and handed her the paper.

Her hands trembled as she read, and then she broke down in tears of relief.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry I doubted you.”

She shook her head, pulling me close, our daughter nestled between us. “We’ll be okay now,” she said softly.

As I held them both, I made a silent vow: no matter what came our way, I would protect my family. This was my wife and my child, and I would never let doubt or judgment come between us again.

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