Quotes About Style

I really love advertising art of the '50s and the way mid-century design was often represented in jazzy, fast art.

I love glamour and artificial beauty. I love the idea of artifice and dressing up and makeup and hair.

I just love pretty things, whether it is art, a song or a pair of shoes.

I love to have my hair down I love to have my hair full... there's something romantic about it.

Once I find a bag that I love, I wear it always. I just don't change my bags. I literally find one and stay with it.

Whenever I went to a wedding or a party, girls kept complaining about their shoes. I love to dance, and I wanted them to have shoes they could keep on all night.

I love design.

Our society needs to restablish a culture of swag.

I remember thinking that this transformation, which I witnessed thousands of times, was an eloquent statement of the style's ability to evoke and express beauty.

wearing a scarf and gloves, her blond hair tucked under a hat. "Are you done with that actress?

Só porque o Turner usa aquele estilo manhoso depois das seis da tarde. Lollapalooza julga que é porreiro andar descalça e eu tenho uma cadela labrador no meu escritório, isso não significa que pode baixar os seus padrões.

adopted by Nietzsche in such works as Thus Spake Zarathustra and by certain modern French philosophers. The popularity of this style during the past century is perhaps owing to the great interest, among Western readers, in the

Frenchwomen always give one to understand that arranging themselves is full-time work.

Like so much of cool hunting, Hilfiger's marketing journey feeds off the alienation at the heart of America's race relations: selling white youth on their fetishization of black style, and black youth on their fetishization of white wealth.

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

The best thing about college was that you could wear anything anywhere.

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.

JACKSON'S DARK BROWN HAIR curled up on his shirt collar. Black lashes and heavy brows framed his blue eyes. A few crow's-feet around his eyes were the only sign that he'd just passed his fortieth birthday and they were minimized in the dim restaurant lights. His jeans were creased and stacked up over his highly polished black boots just the right way. Waitresses stopped what they were doing and gazed at him over their shoulders as he passed. Their

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.

In accepting the culture of consumerism, homes become a monument to personal style and taste, rather than places of service to others.