Quotes About Vintage

He was wearing a blue cotton shirt that was bleached and faded to the colour of a forget-me-not dried by the sun, and old grey flannel trousers.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored: He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.

I love muscle cars.

I think the Olsen twins' line, The Row, has some cool stuff. And I'm kind of obsessed with a clothing line called Stop Staring. It has a lot of vintage-type dresses that are retro '40s and '50s inspired.

He is so old that his blood type was discontinued.

I like the sound a typewriter makes.

I wore a $30 vintage wedding dress for my 8th birthday in an underground jazz club in Seattle. This was what I wanted.

Sepia in particular tends to make everything look a bit romantic and almost sentimental, hence the fact that it remains such a popular choice for wedding photographs.

I think the '70s was a very special time. Melodies and rhythm ruled as dancing climaxed.

I did splash out on a 1964 Fender Jaguar guitar in L.A.

I drive a 1965 Shelby Cobra. I love classic muscle cars.

Any time you can get a muscle car back, it's a good thing.

I'd kind of like to have a classic old muscle car. I think that would be fun.

I love American muscle cars. It's my thing.

I like the old-school muscle cars.

I love retro culture. I love retro games; I love retro music.

There was a junk store in Nashville on 8th Avenue, where I bought Patsy Cline's train case for $75.

I begged and begged, and my uncle gave me his old turntables. It was one hi-fi and one old Stereo Lab turntable and a rusty mixer. I was really chuffed. I kept that for five years - that's where I learned to mix.

My house is a mixture of mid-century 'Brady Bunch' and the Addams family, so it's not uncommon to find vials of blood in my house.

An old fashioned outfit is not a costume, it's a comedy.

Sports cars from the '50s and '60s are my favorites.

I'm old-fashioned and a square.

They were old, their covers cracked and their bindings frayed, but as far as Gwendolyn was concerned that only made the words cocooned between their musty pages more precious.

The ones I have got great necks; of course, all of the Fenders from that era are incredible.