When Chris Hemsworth, the Australian heartthrob known for playing Thor, received his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, his wife Elsa Pataky was in the spotlight for the wrong reasons.
As Chris celebrated his big day on the red carpet, Pataky faced criticism from fashion fans online for her outfit.
Find out why people were so upset about Pataky’s fashion choice!
On May 23, Chris Hemsworth received his star at 6819 Hollywood Boulevard, joining 2,780 other stars on the Walk of Fame. He was honored for his impressive performances that have captured audiences worldwide.
Chris Hemsworth, 40, shared his thanks on Instagram after receiving his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. He posted several photos from the event and wrote, “This was wild and surreal! Huge thanks to the Hollywood Chamber of Commerce and the Walk of Fame selection committee for this honor. Also, a big shoutout to everyone who has helped and supported me on this amazing journey!”
His role as Thor in the Marvel Cinematic Universe has won him many fans around the world.
Chris Hemsworth’s Walk of Fame event was filled with family and friends. Among the photos he shared, you can see him with Robert Downey Jr., his proud parents, his wife Elsa Pataky, and their 12-year-old daughter India Rose, who was a bit shy in front of the camera.
Their twin boys, Sasha and Tristan, also joined in the celebration. One of them held Chris’s framed certificate, while the other sat by the new star with his dad’s name on it.
After the event, Elsa Pataky posted some family photos on Instagram and wrote, “We are so proud of you, my love… Congratulations on the Hollywood Walk of Fame Star.”
Fans loved the family photos and many admired the children for their great looks. However, some people focused on Elsa Pataky’s outfit.
Chris Hemsworth looked sharp in his navy suit and unbuttoned white shirt. But Elsa’s off-white gown with black lace received criticism. Some fans thought her style choices didn’t do justice to her beautiful figure and called her outfit tacky.
Some fans criticized Elsa Pataky’s outfit, comparing it to pajamas and commenting on her unbraided top. They felt it looked casual and not classy for the event. Others joked that she looked like she was rushed out of bed.
However, not everyone agreed. Some fans thought she looked stunning and didn’t see her outfit as lingerie or inappropriate.
Some fans praised Elsa Pataky’s look, calling her absolutely gorgeous and youthful. Others admired the couple’s relationship, saying it’s an ideal example of a perfect family.
The Hollywood Walk of Fame honors celebrities for their achievements, and Australian and New Zealand actors like Nicole Kidman, Russell Crowe, and Cate Blanchett have received this honor too.
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My Rich Husband Forbade Me from Entering One Room in Our House – I Could Not Stop Crying When I Saw What He Was Hiding
When Alexis’ parents forced her to marry Robert, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Later, Alexis broke the one rule her husband gave her and entered the room he warned her about, unleashing secrets she wasn’t prepared for.
I couldn’t understand why my parents wanted me to get married before I found someone myself.
“Alexis,” my mother said, “Robert is a catch. He’s a wealthy man who will take care of you. You wouldn’t even have to work.”
I couldn’t refuse. My father had made it clear.
“You marry Robert, Alexis,” he said, puffing on his cigar. “Or you can figure out your own living arrangements.”
In a sense, Robert was my prince charming. Our family had a bakery, which was losing customers because we had no gluten-free options on the menu.
“We will continue to bake what we know,” my father insisted.
Our marriage was definitely an arranged one. Robert’s demeanor was cold, and he refused to let me get to know him properly. I don’t know how my father arranged our connection.
Our wedding was a spectacle of Robert’s affluence, nothing short of extravagant. Robert’s wedding planner had thought of everything.
My wedding dress was a custom piece that he commissioned for me. But even through our wedding planning, we barely spoke.
“I’m looking forward to being married,” he admitted one evening, a few days before the wedding.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” he added.
That was the closest Robert had gotten to letting me in.
Two days after our wedding, I moved into our new home.
“Come, I’ll show you around,” Robert said.
He took me around our home, a mansion boasting luxuries I’d never imagined before: sprawling golf courses, a shimmering swimming pool, and a fleet of staff at our beck and call.
“It’s beautiful,” I said when we got to the kitchen. “Everything is beautiful.”
“Now, Alexis, this house belongs to you too,” he declared with a hint of pride.
I smiled at the stranger standing in front of me. Maybe we were going to make something of our marriage.
“But one thing, Alexis,” he said. “There’s one rule. The attic. Never go in there.”
I nodded at Robert. I couldn’t fathom why I wouldn’t be allowed anywhere in the house. But I also recognized that I didn’t know my husband well enough yet. So, I had to obey.
A few days later, Robert went to a meeting, leaving me alone in our massive home.
Driven by curiosity stronger than any warning, I found myself ascending the stairs to the attic. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.
A quick in and out, I thought to myself.
Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that sent me to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t know why I felt confusion and relief at the same time.
The attic, dimly lit, seemed to be a vault of my husband’s hidden memories. Childhood toys lay scattered, each carrying untold stories. Old postcards and photographs of Robert’s life before me. Among the relics were letters from a young boy to his father, a soldier away at war.
“How dare you come in here? Now, I have to change the locks in my own home because my wife does not respect my requests?”
Robert’s face turned red with rage.
“I just want to understand,” I stammered. “I just want to know you, Robert.”
Slowly, his rage dissolved, and he seemed to see me as a companion in his world, instead of the intruder he had made me out to be.
“Alexis,” he said, “Come, let’s sit.”
Robert led me to the living room.
“My father was a stern man. He was a soldier and he believed in keeping emotions locked away. These are the only things I have of a time when I felt loved,” he confessed.
My heart caught on his every word as his voice broke.
What followed was a revelation of his soul. Stories of a lonely childhood, of a boy yearning for his father’s approval, unfolded in our home.
In those vulnerable moments, I didn’t see the distant, cold man I had married but a boy who had never stopped seeking love and acceptance. He just didn’t know how to go about it.
In those few hours, things changed. Robert started letting me in. And now, years later, our home is filled with the cries and laughter of our daughter, April.
Through our daughter, Robert healed. He healed for himself, and for our daughter.
We’ve packed away everything from the attic, so it is no longer a shrine to Robert’s past but is now my little reading nook.
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