Quotes About Fashion

Above all, wealth was no longer to be flaunted. While an ostentatious displays of money might have been de rigueur in the Golden Twenties, it was decidedly out of fashion in the desperate days of the Destitute Thirties. The splashy parties the socialite once gave and attended in the twenties in New York and Palm Beach now dwindled to a trickle and were replaced with charity teas, and fund raisers.

A sports bra is basically a tank top that comes just below your breasts and fits snug so your breasts stay in place and are pain-free when you're on the go. Some girls feel so comfortable in sports bras that they wear them all the time. ZOOEY: When I do finally get a

Sexuality follows fashion, which follows politics.

Vogue began to focus on the body as much as on the clothes, in part because there was little they could dictate with the anarchic styles...In a stunning move, an entire replacement culture was developed by naming a 'problem' where it had scarcely existed before, centering it on the women's natural state, and elevating it to the existential female dilemma...The number of diet-related articles rose 70 percent from 1968 to 1972...The lucrative 'transfer of guilt' was resurrected just in time.

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Nuria Monfort era una mujer más que atractiva, de rasgos tallados para figurines de moda y retratos de estudio, a la que la juventud parecía estar escapándosele por la mirada.

She never checks the weather before she dresses. Her clothes are the weather.

Pretty dresses, desperate hearts.

Great Granny Webster seemed to hate colours. Almost everything she owned was either black or dark brown.

Mrs. Saville had a superb swoop of bosom. It started directly beneath the hollow of her neck and finished just a smidgen above what, if only a hint of indentation had been present, could have passed for her waist.

He flipped his hands out to motion her away. Go change clothes six times and stand in front of the mirror. I'll tell you if your jeans make your butt look fat.

Have I told you today that you look mighty fetchin' in that outfit? he said as he opened the door for her. Only three times, she answered. Well, then make it four.

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Emily Willoughby, a dainty young woman, had chestnut-colored hair, set off to advantage by her white linen dress.

Carol wants to get some new clothes," Nancy explained. "Want to help?" "You bet!" Bess and George answered. When the store closed that evening, the four girls left it chatting merrily and laden with bundles. Carol had been outfitted from head to toe in attractive clothes. Her hair had been trimmed and modishly combed at the beauty salon. She looked very lovely and seemed to have gained self-confidence.

So tell us, Oscar, how the hell could you survive life in that giant Gap ad aka San Fran? It's so lily-white and boring there, the place is, like, covered in chinos.

He was tall and thin, with a shock of grey hair and eyebrows that could stop a supernova in its tracks. His wardrobe ranged from ageing punk rocker to sharp-suited mod, but today veered towards the latter: a crisp white shirt buttoned to the neck beneath a velvet Crombie jacket.

As women, we dress to please ourselves, to hide our imperfections, to accentuate our best features. Our clothing is an extension of who we are, a reflection of what we are thinking and feeling.

He always wore dark-blue suits, but I made his suit light blue because he did not feel dark blue to me.

The last time I wore an animal hide; but this time I settled for this. Eric had been wearing a long trench coat. Now he threw it off dramatically, and I could only stand and stare. Normally, Eric was a blue-jeans-and-T-shirt kind of guy. Tonight, he wore a pink tank top and Lycra leggings[...]They were pink and aqua, like the swirls down the side of Jason's truck.

I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm. ............... It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood, and tortoiseshell buttons.

red high-heeled screw-me shoes.

It was a little blue cotton-knit dress with tiny daisies all over it, and it was tighter than Gran liked and shorter than Jason deemed proper in his sister.

I liked long skirts, he said nostalgically. I liked the underthings women wore. The petticoats.