Quotes About Fashion

Vogue takes the creativity of fashion seriously. It takes its readers' love of clothes seriously. A woman who just adores shoes is very easily mocked, but the magazine doesn't do that. They say, 'You know what? You love shoes, we love shoes, and there's nothing wrong with loving shoes. - Robin Givhan

Women in movies from Hollywood's golden era dressed the way my mother did now. My entire childhood, she'd shown up at PTA meeting in bust-hugging sequins, the sight of which gave my father complicated facial twitches. She was flamboyant, really, in no other way. There was nothing Auntie Mame about her. Unless Auntie Mame had a penchant for public collapse.

A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

You're very short, aren't you?" She smirked at Petunia. "And you've got a nose like a stoat," Petunia replied. "But at least I can always have my gowns altered.

The final day came, and I wore an outfit my mom and I put together from the $5 rack at a discount store. I had a Blossom-style derby hat, denim jacket, and a tie with pigs on it. (Remember, my cousin Sarah loved pigs, so I loved pigs.) It all made sense in 1993.

The sexiest thing about style is if you kind of just take your personality and put it in what you wear. That's what I think is cool.

Tantsitar on riides. Mantli ja kübaraga näeb ta täiesti võõras välja. Enne oli ta nõtke tiiger, nüüd jälle nagu kõik teisedki. On peaaegu uskumatu, et tal oli muutumiseks vaja vaid paar riidetükki selga tõmmata. Imelik, kuidas riided muudavad. Kui palju siis veel vormiriided.

The orchestra sounds a flourish. A chap with a chrysanthemum in his buttonhole comes to the front and explains that a couple will now give a demonstration of the latest thing from Berlin—a fox trot! That is unknown here as yet; we have only heard tell of it.

I wear a pony coat with skin like watered silk and muff of lamb. My fingers lie in depths of warmth. I have a jacket of silver sequins and heavy bracelets of rich corals. I wear about my neck a triple thread-like chain of lapis lazulis and pearls. On my face is softness and content like a veil of golden moonlight. And I have never in all my lives been so lonely.

He knew not only WHAT to wear, but HOW to wear it.

One of those who canceled citing illness was Lady Cosmo Duff-Gordon, a fashion designer who had survived the sinking of the Titanic. Another designer, Philip Mangone, canceled for unspecified reasons. Years later he would find himself aboard the airship Hindenburg, on its fatal last flight; he survived, albeit badly burned. Otherwise, the Lusitania was heavily booked, especially in the lesser classes.

Straw Hat Day," Saturday, May 1, when a man could at last break out his summer hats. Men followed this rule.

New York's perennial attraction was shopping.

Whereas Eloise gravitated toward retro granny chic and was pulled together on a daily basis, I either looked like a high school student who had just rolled out of bed, thrown on leggings, and gone to class, or a full-blown escort. There was no in-between.

Within reasonable limits, we gals all look alike nowadays, except for details.

It's frightening to wake up one morning and discover that while you were asleep you went out of style.

A child develops individuality long before he develops taste. I have seen my kid straggle into the kitchen in the morning with outfits that need only one accessory: an empty gin bottle.

THOU SHALT NOT PUNISH THYSELF BY TRYING ON A BATHING SUIT WEARING KNEE HI'S.

Only by proper performance in a social context does the individual fashion and renew himself by purposeful action in a world of shared meaning.

Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slip-over jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy's. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.

Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slipover jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy's. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.

Brett vypadala sakra báje?nÄ›. MÄ›la na sobÄ› pletený pulovr a tvídovou sukni a vlasy mÄ›la skartá?ované dozadu jako kluk. Ona to vÅ¡echno za?ala. Byla stavÄ›ná jako závodní jachta a v tom pulovru ?lovÄ›k žádnou její zaoblinu nepÃ…â"¢ehlíd.

Los hombres tienen las leyes, Alix. Las mujeres, sus vestidos.»

It is indeed The Story, and our task is to tell it, to form it, to fashion it—not to "organize" it.