Quotes About Style

I don't have any furniture of mine in my room.

My style is cinematic; it is a touch of French woman of the '60s and American hippie with a Brooklyn edge. I love wearing wide-brim hats, newsboy caps, mini dresses and sheer blouses with details.

I love simple dresses and use only minimal make up.

I like the French kind of style because it's simple and minimal. I have blonde hair and big lips, and when I do too much I think sometimes I don't look very well, you know?

I think a girl always needs a cardigan, and I tend to go for the sparkles. I have a minimum of 50 embellished cardigans. I'm not a believer in less is more; I'm sort of a believer in more is necessary.

My bare minimum for going out is lipstick and curled eyelashes.

Minor writers think style is all.

I advocate glamour. Every day. Every minute.

It can take the uninitiated a minute to realize that 'Gangnam Style' is satire.

It takes only five minutes to look nice before you go out.

Headlines don't have to be complete sentences, nor do they have to be punctuated unless they are.

But sometimes a person begins with opinions and judgments and valid criticisms, but then things creep in that have nothing to do with forming opinions, and then it's all over with strict logic, and what you end up with is an absurd world republic and beautiful style.

Comprendes ahora por qué nosotros, los poetas, no podemos ser sabios ni dignos? ¿Comprendes por qué tenemos que extraviarnos necesariamente, y ser siempre disolutos, aventureros del sentimiento? La maestría de nuestro estilo es mentira e insensatez; nuestra gloria y honorabilidad, una farsa; la confianza de la multitud en nosotros, el colmo del ridículo.

I am offended only by certain sorts of wallpaper

Even then I'd begun to think—and to push away the thought—that committing oneself to being fashionable was simultaneously committing oneself to being perishable.

Today he wore a burnt-orange shirt, black pants, and a tie that looked like a street fight at the south end of the color wheel.

I wore a white tank and jeans, shooting for "sexy casual." Hoping it wasn't "left farmhouse, got lost.

Then you and that mutt hijacked my thoughts and started dancing Gangnam Style on my cerebral cortex.

Good hair day. Bad hair day. Dead hair day.

The woman matched the room. Pale pastel Chanel suit. Oscar de la Renta kitten heels. Diamond the size of a Krispy Kreme donut.

Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please.

I love heels... whoever created heels is amazing!

gown, and wearing the slippers

I tried to avoid looking at the dress full on, lest it burn out my retinas with its glittering hideousness.