Quotes About Fashion

He coordinated his socks and underwear, she commented when Peabody came back in. Colors and patterns. Who does that, and why? I read this article about how what you wear under your clothes is all about what makes you feel empowered and in control. It's the Under You. If wearing matching boxers and socks make you feel empowered, you're a weenie.

He swung around with a flutter of his lab coat. Beneath it he wore stovepipe pants and a T-shirt in loud, clashing colors.

there was even a whole section dedicated to throats and boobs, though they called it décolletage.

Why do you wear so many clothes?" "I won't next time.

McNab pranced in on plaid airboots

Alone, Roarke took the gray fabric button from his pocket, the one he'd found on the floor of his limo. The one that had fallen from the jacket of that drab gray suit she'd worn the first time he'd seen her.

You can pop a few shopping programs into the computer, look at dozens of suitable dresses, order in what appeals to you.

Her feet were killing her. And it made her imagine traveling back in time, hunting down whoever had invented stiletto heels, and beating the crap out of him.

Maybe. But in my experience poetry speaks to you either at first sight or not at all. A flash of revelation and a flash of response. Like lightning. Like falling in love.' Like falling in love. Do the young still fall in love, or is that mechanism obsolete by now, unnecessary, quaint, like steam locomotion? He is out of touch, out of date. Falling in love could have fallen out of fashion and come back again half a dozen times, for all he knows.

Bella: Then why are you wearing that bandage like a sash? Phury: It makes my ass look smaller.

They don't fit you? V asked his roommate. Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People. Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. I mean, come on. They're for fighting, not fashion. So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan. And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off. Butch assumed a bored expression. You can bite me.

One thing you could say about Butch was that his wardrobe was full of options. Never thought I'd be glad that you're a clothes whore. I believe the term is sharp dresser.

What kind of look are you going for?" he asked instead. "Clothed.

All I see are ankles and wrists--and FYI, you're pulling a Mileyfrickin'-Cyrus with that belly flash. Not attractive.

They don't fit you? V asked his roommate. Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People. Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. I mean, come on. They're for fighting, not fashion. So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan. And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off. Butch assumed a bored expression. You can bite me." I wish , V thought. Butch and Vishous

Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.

That is a beautiful tuxedo," Phury announced as he and Z pushed the door wide. "I have one just like it ." "Fritz has the candles lit," Rehv said from behind the twins. "Hey, nice tux. I haveone just like it." "Me, too," Phury agreed. "The fit is fantastic, isn't it." "The shoulders, right? Tom Ford is the best—

Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?" "Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM—wait, that sounds dirty….

I can´t help it. You´re just so sexy in those baggy-ass pants. I got to get me a pair, ´cause nothing says hotness like wearing what looks like two Heftys stitched together at your racket and balls.´

Reilly's closet looked like Marilyn Manson's. Assuming he'd been reborn as an accountant.

Proprio non capisci, Ehlena? Con delicatezza le accarezzò il polpaccio e le sollevò il piede, posandolo sulla propria coscia. Poi, slacciando le stringhe della misera ballerina di tela Keds, mormorò: Qualunque cosa indossi... per me sarai sempre una regina.

Zebra print leggings. A black leather jacket. Boots as big as your head, a pink feather boa, blue jeans, Hanes T-shirts in white and black—

Although he could have been wearing a seventies lounge suit and she probably would have drooled over the polyester.

But then, lately panic went with everything, didn't it? The new black.