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The late Bacall's mature face, no less beautiful than her young one, looked like a road map of a life lived to the fullest When I sat down last year to list my icons for a chapter in my book about beauty , Lauren Bacall was the first to make the list. She was, until the very end, one of the most extraordinary beauties I have ever seen. Hers was a strong face. Proudly Jewish (she rubbished rumours of a nose job ), intelligent, handsome, sophisticated and elegant. She was never mimsy or cute. Her strong, thick brows were the kind that could bat off unwanted male attention with a faintly menacing arch. Her bones were exquisite, her mouth was wide, and full, and she possessed a glamour that was always womanly, never girlish, even when she was an ingenue of just 19. And that sexiness. Bacall had the sort of lethal femininity Elizabeth Taylor also possessed – tough, earthy, striking. Betty Joan Perske was born beautiful and handled her gift masterfully. Bacall (who was