Quotes About Fashion

Y es que acababa de ver emerger del remolino de las nubes la figura de una seductora mujer de cierta edad, con sari de brocado verde y oro, brillante en la nariz y moño alto perfectamente defendido por la laca contra la presión del viento de las alturas, que viajaba cómodamente sentada en alfombra volante.

No hot guys should be allowed to have an English accent and drive a motorcycle. Not to mention wear the leather jacket or sport the cool shades. Hot guys should be forced into footie pajamas.

It's surely no accident that there are horoscopes in Vogue, Glamour, Mademoiselle, Woman, New Woman, Elle and Cosmo ... but not Sports Illustrated, GQ, Esquire, Field & Stream or Guns & Ammo.

We're in different categories. She [Venus Williams] does sports, I do more of the fashion side.

The reason most people play golf is to wear clothes they would not be caught dead in otherwise.

Growing up, I wanted to be a sports commentator. Then my aunt introduced me to the fashion industry, and everything sort of fell into place.

The person who proclaimed me Best Dressed Man never saw me in my sport outfit.

I love a loose-fitting skirt with a cinched waist. A feminine silhouette is a no-stress zone - it's comfortable and I don't have to worry about wardrobe malfunctions!

Dating' stressful. I'd have to dress up.

Three rules of success in fashion: perseverance, dream a bit and be passionate about it.

The secret of my success is my hairspray.

Fashion does not have to prove that it is serious. It is the proof that intelligent frivolity can be something creative and positive

the entertainments of the fashionable world are collections of flowers which attract inconstant butterflies, famished bees, and buzzing drones.

Besides, what is required of a young man in Paris? To speak its language tolerably, to make a good appearance, to be a good gamester, and to pay in cash.

The taste for luxury, the love of war, the sway of fashion, and the most superficial as well as the deepest passions of the human heart, co-operated

When they got back in the Corvette, Gretel fished around in her shopping bad. What is this? She had chosen a black tank suit, but somehow a pink bikini had wound up among her purchases. Don't be mad, Margot pleaded. I'm not wearing this. Gretel tossed the bikini back in the bag. All the same, she couldn't help but notice the fabric was the same exact shade as the palest climbing roses. The tint of seashells on a deserted beach, or the mouth of someone you might want to kiss.

She wore a wide-brimmed black hat and men's trousers, and she carried a satchel of books to ensure that if she should finish one volume she would be handily prepared with the next.

He was a broad-faced man who looked good in hats. Who

They were tolerant of what most people in town would think of as moral lapses in each other, but quite intolerant of departures in dress and hair style, and people not cutting the crusts off of sandwiches ...

She look like she ain't long for this world but dressed well for the next.

She look so stylish it like the trees all round the house draw themself up tall for a better look.

Teddy Shoes, where you could buy patent-leather pumps with a kitten heel in men's thirteen.

Slaves of Plastic! Leather-shoe chino-pants prisoners! Haircut junkies! Dacron-shiffers!

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion &the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality