Quotes About Fashion

The spirit of the age is not synonymous with what the public likes.

Age and size are only numbers. It's the attitude you bring to clothes that make the difference.

I don't like it when people say, 'You're 45, so you should be wearing X and never Y.' For me, dressing is about attitude, not age.

I just fell into the job as a fashion editor at a teen magazine. I was there for two years, and I left there as a senior fashion editor at the age of 25.

I personally go to the airport looking like a homeless person, because I think people will leave me alone. But I dress myself with my luggage - all my luggage matches.

My learning process is by eye alone it's not at all scientific.

A majority of women's magazines feature women who do amazing things, but then the article focuses on how she ruined it with her shoes.

Dressed up, he never looked like he was wearing his own clothes.

The dress of Virtue, in our parts, was cotton print. I had silk.

In my ordinary evening costume I took up the room of three men at least. In my present dress, when it was held close about me, no man could have passed through the narrowest spaces more easily than I.

Its title was, A Word With You On Your Cap-Ribbons. My

I said. I was silently horrified. What was wrong with these people? Peter had started sporting a beret—another bad sign.

Coretti no sabía vestirse. La ropa era un lenguaje y Coretti era un tartamudo de la indumentaria.

A pair of predatory-looking Christian Scientists were edging toward a trio of young office techs who wore idealized holographic vaginas on their wrists, wet pink glittering under the harsh lighting. The

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Something she'd gotten from Burton

Her black hair, rough-cut and shining, brushed pale bare shoulders as she turned her head. She had no eyebrows, and both her lids and lashes seemed to have been dusted with something white, leaving her dark pupils in stark contrast.

Hubertus Bigend, a nominal Belgian who looks like Tom Cruise on a diet of virgins' blood and truffled chocolates.

She wore loose black silks and black espadrilles. `I'm an exotic. I got a big straw hat for this, too. You, you just wanna look like a cheap-ass hood who's up for what he can get, so the instant tan's okay.

He wore shoes that made her think of old French priests, bicycling

a trio of young office techs who wore idealized holographic vaginas on their wrists, wet pink glittering under the harsh lighting.

But we have inherited a vast number of social ills which never came from Nature. They are the complicated products of all the tinkering, muddling, and blundering of social doctors in the past. These products of social quackery are now buttressed by habit, fashion, prejudice, platitudinarian thinking, and new quackery in political economy and social science. It

We hardly know our own preferences in abstract matters; some of us are easily talked out of them, and end by following the fashion or taking up with the beliefs of the most impressive philosopher in our neighborhood, whoever he may be.

Struck by the ugliness of the German women on the streets and in restaurants and cafés. As a race they are certainly the least attractive in Europe. They have no ankles. They walk badly. They dress worse than English women used to. Off to Danzig tonight.