here is a prime example of an adelaide beauty if ever there was one. la belle teresa worked an at old-school italian cafe during my teen years and i used to watch men turn to jelly around her as they ordered gelati. think traditional italian looks with a twist and a personality that provoked people to say “they broke the mould when they made you.” yesterday under the palm trees of venice beach i bumped into teresa some fifteen years later. still as gorgeous and vibrant as ever, this time inked on each arm and strolling with a smile in her post-jetlag haze, as if the day would last forever…