Quotes About Fashion

These five years as a couturier have really changed my way of seeing fashion and my confidence with fashion. Couture is a dream.

I like to think that when an athlete wears Armani, it makes him or her feel confident, and as we all know, confidence is fundamental to winning in any competition.

Yeah school girl, cool girl. Your dress is sexy and your momma is a cougar.

I don't mind not being cool; I wear a cardigan.

I think that's a really cool thing about my line. There are so many sets, but you can literally mix and match everything with everything.

It takes a truly cool girl to pull off short-shorts and rain boots.

When I started at [Nina] Ricci, I did street wear for very cool, young girls but the price point was for the fourth floor of Bergdorf Goodman next to Carolina Herrera. My cool girls cannot afford it.

More than anything, I like a jacket. You can do anything with a great jacket, the bigger the better. You can have any silhouette underneath. It gives you an attitude. It makes a gown look cool.

I think every woman should have leopard, but not every woman will wear leopard. You have to have courage to wear leopard.

Clothes and courage have so much to do with each other.

I like so much wearing heels, legs look so much better, everything looks better. But it's only recently I've had the courage to do that.

I'm proud of myself that I had the courage to experiment with crazy hairstyles and some fashion things.

Clothes and courage have much to do with each other.

My dad wears girls' clothes - it's so funny. Sometimes I see him and I'm like, 'Nice shirt!,' because it's from my closet.

If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased.

You gotta stay 'fresh to death,' I call it. Fresh outfit, fresh haircut, fresh tan. Just stay fresh.

Does fashion matter? Always - though not quite as much after death.

He was a trifle embarrassed to be deserting his hard-won realism in order to follow what he thought was the dominant philosophical fashion.

They dressed her and she laced tightly so that her breasts were pressed into two tantalizing curves of creamy flesh at the neck of her gown. Her glossy black hair was exposed by her pushed-back hood, her long fingers were loaded with rings, she wore her favorite pearl choker with the "B" for Boleyn at her throat, and she paused before she left the room to look at herself in the mirror, and shot her reflection that knowing, seductive little half-smile.

I shall be dark and French and fashionable and difficult and you shall be sweet and open and English and fair. What a pair we shall be.

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you! he called as she ran down the hall. Love you, too, jackass!

Shane held the jewelry at arm's length, dangling it like a dead rat. No way in hell am I caught dead or alive wearing that.

And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.