holding hands and frolicking in the water during a Hawaii vacation, would have melted even the hardest heart. And Pinkett Smith, by the way, was rocking a string bikini like a true superwoman, looking even better and stronger than ever.
“You know what?” she says with a laugh, “I don’t know if I feel stronger than ever, but I do feel better than ever.” She’s sitting at a sidewalk table at a cafe in downtown Manhattan, resplendent in a Gucci jacket, shorts and Jason Wu shoes. Her nails, covered in Marc Jacobs polish and shaped into points, resemble claws. “As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that it’s about being physical every day. You don’t have to go to the gym if that’s not your thing. You can go outside your door and walk around your block.” She continues with increasing enthusiasm, erupting into laughter (one thing about talking to Pinkett Smith: she makes even typical topics seem amusing): “You can take a brisk walk, a light jog, a slow stroll if you want! I feel like, as I’ve gotten