Vera Wang shows off her age-defying looks in a black mini dress as she celebrates 76th birthday with chic family dinner in Paris
Vera Wang marked her 76th birthday over the weekend and once again showed off her age-defying looks during her chic celebrations.
The fashion designer shared Instagram photos of her dinner party at Le Relais Plaza in Paris, where she looked gorgeous in a black mini dress.
Celebrating with friends and family, Vera blew out candles on her cake after a lavish dinner, as she gushed in the caption that it was 'a SMALLISH CAKE for yet another BIG BIRTHDAY….'
Vera also posted snaps of her gifts from loved ones which included candy, Prada homeware, caviar and multiple bouquets of flowers.
The designer has always spoken candidly about her approach to aging, previously declaring she finds ageism 'so old-fashioned' and adding that in life, 'you have to try and continue to grow in one way or another'.
In a 2022 interview with BBC 100 Women, Vera said her 'magic elixir' for staying youthful is work.
She continues to work as chief creative officer of her fashion empire, which encompasses bridal wear, ready-to-wear fashion, accessories, fragrances, and homeware.
Vera has been working in the fashion industry since the age of 18.
At 23, she made history as the youngest-ever fashion editor at Vogue, but it wasn't until nearly 20 years later that she launched her namesake fashion label.
She started her own company at the age of 40 and revealed she felt 'very lucky' to have built her own empire.
However, perhaps more powerful than work is her approach to beauty - which is not to take it too seriously.
Amazingly, she's also praised her diet for youthful looks - claiming the secret is vodka, McDonald's and donuts.
'I do eat McDonald's, absolutely, I order it every day, like two weeks on it, and then I'll change,' she told Page Six last year.
The wedding dress designer also admitted she enjoys Dunkin' Donuts, sharing: 'I like the cream-filled, sugar-coated donut.
'It's like a jelly donut, but it's cream inside, vanilla cream. I like the pink with sprinkles, too.'
Apart from her nightly vodka cocktail, though, Wang said she only drinks water.
She gave up drinking Diet Coke in 2006, which she said was 'the hardest thing I ever gave up'.
However, the thing she won't compromise on in order to feel and look healthy is sleep. She told Page Six that she gets a minimum of eight hours of sleep a night, adding: 'I don't feel healthy unless I get eight.'
Speaking exclusively to DailyMail.com, when she was 73, she said: 'I think what happens sometimes as you age... I'm more frightened about physical disabilities... not all this.
'I'm not totally preoccupied with how I look. I love my work, and I'm very passionate about my work, my friends, my daughters... I mean, I have a very full life.'
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