Jennifer Lopez was photographed in jeans covered with dirt while shopping with her daughter Emme in Los Angeles, on October 30, 2024.
The pop star stepped out confidently in a relaxed, casual outfit recently, but fans were quick to express their disapproval of her jeans, questioning their style and age appropriateness.
Lopez popped out with her daughter Emme in Acne Studios’s Super Baggy Fit Jeans, which are mid-waist. The brand’s website describes these super wide-leg pants as having “fading and smudging throughout,” contributing to a trendy construction worker-chic aesthetic that is currently fashionable.
To balance the shabby aesthetic of her wide-leg pants, “The Mother” star paired them with refined pieces, including a ribbed & Other Stories Mock Neck Jumper and a large Bottega Veneta tote bag.
On her feet, she wore Classic Twin Seam New Heights Ugg boots, a modern take on the classic suede style, featuring distinctive seams and a curved sole. Jennifer Lopez and Emme ignored the paparazzi as they stepped into American Rag Cie to shop before Halloween.
Online users had mixed reactions about Lopez’s choice of jeans during this outing. One surprised commenter questioned, “Are her pants … Dirty? Or is that the style these days?” Another seemed puzzled by her choice at her age, remarking, “I really don’t get that st [sic] 55 she dresses like this.”
An online user suggested an upgrade, “She really needs new pants,” while someone humorously urged, “The pants ..please trow [sic] them in the trash please!!!!🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪.” Meanwhile, a disappointed fan asked, “JLO my love what’s with those jeans?😢”
Yet, her look still garnered admiration. Fans wrote simple, approving notes like, “Pretty.” Another admirer gushed, “Beautiful!❤️” An amazed fan also penned, “She doesn’t age 😍.”
Others praised her style overall, “Jlo look [sic] amazing in whatever she wore😍” and another user concurred, “She’s always cute.”
Lopez is often recognized for her timeless elegance in the public eye, some of which stir lively discussions among her fanbase. Her most recent appearance isn’t the first time she has been celebrated by some and critiqued by others for her unconventional denim choice.
In April 2024, she was spotted descending a set of brownstone steps, donning a similar pair of baggy jeans like the one she wore on her outing with Emme. These jeans also appeared distressed and discolored, an unusual departure from her typically polished looks.
She paired the jeans with an elegant, long navy coat, exuding an urban chic vibe, and complemented it with a cashmere turtleneck sweater. Shielding her eyes with large sunglasses, Lopez carried a standout turquoise Chanel bag, adding a splash of opulence to the street-savvy outfit.
Despite her impeccable style history, fans were divided over this latest look. Her enthusiasts lauded her appearance, “That’s how I like her, looking great,” a sentiment seconded by others who felt Lopez could do no wrong, fashion-wise.
A second comment added to the chorus of praise, “Incredibly beautiful and elegant!! Unique Jlo!!!” emphasizing the uniqueness that Lopez brings to her style choices. Another user simply diverged from the matter at hand to declare her love for the star with, “I love Jen.”
Conversely, some fans were less than impressed. A third commenter did not mince words, declaring, “Worst jeans I’ve ever seen on a woman. Another lamented, “The outfit is elegant except for those nasty jeans😒,” while another wrote, “And those jeans look filthy!”
In similar disapproval, another user called the “Love Don’t Cost a Thing” songstress “a mess,” citing the jeans as a significant detractor from the star’s usual elegance. Another blatantly declared, “She has no dress sense!”
Meanwhile, others rallied to Lopez’s defense, clarifying the intention behind the fashion choice. One user provided a counter-narrative, “They are not dirty that is the style of those pants,” suggesting a misinterpretation by the critics.
Criticism aside, Lopez’s hallmark is her adaptable fashion sense—seamlessly shifting from street-chic flair to couture elegance, all while preserving the distinctive personal touches that are unmistakably JLo.
Lopez has long navigated the ever-shifting tides of fashion with grace, as comfortable in the rugged casualness of jeans and Timberlands as she is in the high glamour of Valentino Haute Couture.
“I like baby hairs and big hoops and gold jewelry,” she confessed, revealing the personal flourishes that anchor her diverse fashion choices. These personal touches, regardless of trends, remain steadfastly woven into the fabric of her distinctive look.
I SPENT MY PROM DRESS MONEY TO HELP A HOMELESS MAN — THE NEXT DAY, HE SHOWED UP AT PROM WITH A LUXURY GIFT
The worn vinyl of the bus seat creaked beneath me as I clutched the envelope, its crisp edges softened by the warmth of my hand. Inside, the money my mom and grandma had painstakingly saved—my prom dress fund. The pink, shimmering gown that would transform me, even for one night, into the princess I’d always dreamed of being.
The bus rattled along, the familiar rhythm a comforting backdrop to my anticipation. At the next stop, the doors hissed open, and two figures boarded, their presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. They weren’t passengers; they were enforcers, their uniforms a stark contrast to the everyday clothes of the other riders.
Their attention fell upon an elderly man, his clothes tattered and his face etched with worry. He sat hunched in a corner seat, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. The enforcers approached him, their voices sharp and demanding.
“Ticket, sir,” one of them barked.
The man’s hands trembled as he fumbled in his pockets, his eyes wide with a desperate plea. “Please, I… I don’t have one. I’m trying to get to my daughter. She’s sick, and I have to take her to the hospital. Please, I’m begging you.”
The enforcers were unmoved. “Fine,” one of them stated, his voice flat. “You’ll have to pay a fine.”
The man’s shoulders slumped. The despair in his eyes was a physical weight, a crushing burden that filled the bus. I couldn’t bear it. The thought of my own mother, sick and helpless, flashed through my mind. What if she needed help, and no one cared?
Without a second thought, I stood up, my heart pounding in my chest. I took a deep breath, the crisp air filling my lungs with a sudden rush of determination. “I’ll pay his fine!” I declared, extending the envelope towards the enforcers.
The bus fell silent. The enforcers exchanged surprised glances, then looked at me, then at the man. I didn’t waver. I knew, deep down, that this was the right thing to do. Some things were more important than a dress, even a dream dress.
The enforcers, after a moment of hesitation, accepted the money. The elderly man’s eyes filled with tears, and he rushed towards me, his voice choked with gratitude. “Thank you, thank you, child. You’ve saved my daughter’s life.”
He thanked me over and over, his voice a trembling whisper, before hurrying off the bus, his urgency palpable. I watched him go, a strange mix of relief and a tiny pang of sadness swirling within me.
The next day, prom was a whirlwind of glitter and laughter. I wore a simple dress borrowed from a friend, feeling a little out of place but strangely content. I’d told my mom and grandma what happened, and they’d hugged me, their eyes filled with pride.
As the music swelled, and couples swayed on the dance floor, a commotion erupted near the entrance. I turned to see what was happening, and my breath caught in my throat.
Standing there, amidst the sea of shimmering gowns and tailored suits, was the elderly man from the bus, his face beaming. Beside him stood a young woman, her face pale but her eyes bright. And in his hands, he held a large, velvet-wrapped box.
He walked towards me, his steps slow but steady. “My dear child,” he said, his voice ringing with warmth. “I wanted to thank you properly. You saved my daughter, and I can never repay you. But I hope this small token will express my gratitude.”
He presented the box to me. I opened it, my fingers trembling. Inside, nestled on a bed of satin, was a dress. Not just any dress, but a masterpiece. It was pink, shimmering, and exquisitely crafted. It was the dress of my dreams, even more beautiful than I had imagined.
“My daughter,” the man explained, his eyes filled with tears, “she’s a seamstress. She made this for you, with all her heart.”
I was speechless, tears welling up in my eyes. The dress was perfect, a symbol of the kindness I had shown and the kindness I had received in return. That night, I didn’t just feel like a princess. I felt like a hero, and I knew that some things, some moments, were worth more than all the dresses in the world.
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