Los Angeles, California
When I say 88, it doesn't mean anything. I feel like what I feel like. I listen to my body, and it tells me what to do. In the morning I do yoga for 45 minutes just to oil myself. I need my muscles to be soft and fluid, yet powerful. My face? I'm fortunate — I have good genes. When my mother was 90, she called me and said "I'm starting to get wrinkles!" I have that kind of skin. In 1978, I had a chemical skin peel — painful but wonderful. Sometimes I have Botox for the two wrinkles on my forehead, but I haven't had it done in two years. I'm just lucky.
— Photo by Ben Baker
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