Quotes About Attire

And now over there is a gentleman who should not wear tight pantaloons. You will see when he turns around. There. That is why.

Fauve clenched her fists and bounded up from her bed, her gloom vanished in a rush of combat, which translated itself into the one eternal question which can make any female creature forget even such profound questions as the brevity of youth, the fleetingness of time. What was she going to wear ?

I am extremely humble," answered Brother Gregory loftily, gesturing to his clothing in turn. "In fact, if you measure humility by the greatness of the change from one's previous attire, I am possibly the most humble man in London. With my spiritual exercises in addition, I grow in Humility by leaps and bounds. Actually I expect to see God quite soon." Brother Gregory looked very self-satisfied.

Mr. Bridgerton?" she asked softly. "Mr. Bridgerton!" Benedict's head jerked up violently. "What? What?" "You fell asleep." He blinked confusedly. "Is there a reason that's bad?" "You can't fall asleep in your clothing.

You're wearing breeches," George said with a heavy sigh. "Of course you're wearing breeches." "I would hardly have attempted the tree in a dress." "No," he said dryly, "you're much too sensible for that.

A mãe sempre dissera que, quando uma mulher estava bem-vestida, se sentia bem.

I feel like girls should dress down a little bit on the holidays, even though the instinct is to get really dressed up.

If you take the fashion out of it, clothing has a lot of information - about how we feel about ourselves, how we'd like to feel about ourselves, and what we'd like to be: If you show up to an interview in sweatpants and a T-shirt, I'm going to deal with you in a really different way.

Anava enfundat en un vestit blau marí, collita Rodier, calçava sabates noves de trinca i lluïa una corbata amb dibuixos verds i vermells sobre fons blanc, que li queia com un joc de maraques en mans de Montserrat Caballé.

It is rather a mark of vanity not to dress well. The sloven thinks that nature has done enough for him.

A young lady can only look charming at so much per yard. A pretty miss in calico is a lovely woman in silk; and a charming girl in muslin is an angel in satin. At least she thinks so, and who would contradict a lady?

I didn't want to prejudge but based on the company he kept, the glistening of his suit, and the poser-like swagger, I somehow suspected that Shiny Suit was what the students today technically refer to as a douchebag.

Ian Cornwell tries too hard to look professorial—unruly hair, unkempt beard, tweed jacket, mustard-hued corduroy pants.

Big Reg was twice divorced, separated from his third wife, and had two other women with him today. Both women wore navel-revealing tube tops, and neither had the figure for it. The tube tops appeared so tight they squeezed all flesh south, giving both women a gourdlike shape. "You." Hester pointed at the tube top on the right. "Me?" Somehow, despite the word being one syllable, she had managed to crack gum mid-word. "Yes.

She was dressed in Seventies American Hooker—fishnet stockings, high boots (those two looks seemed to be a contradiction), a skirt that covered up as much of her as, say, a belt would, and a purple top so tight it could have been sausage casing. Myron

She was also dressed differently. The rest of the group, including Wiley Corval, had gone with the blue-blazer, khaki, loafer-sans-socks spirit, even if that wasn't exactly what they were wearing. Poor man's yacht club. Enid wore mom jeans, Velcro white sneakers, and a stretched-out cable-knit sweater that was a yellow usually found on a Ticonderoga pencil.

Whatever fortune Franch Ache had amassed, the man never dis spend it on clothes. He favored chintzy velour sweatsuits, like something the guys on Lost in Space might consider casual wear.

Two minutes later, Terese Collins—to use a purely transportational term—disembarked. She was casually decked out in a white blouse and green slacks. Her brown hair was up in a ponytail. People lightly elbowed one another, whispering and subtly gesturing, giving her that surreptitious glance, the one that says "I recognize you but don't want to appear fawning." Terese

when I said I could do nothing in a dress, she said I wasn't supposed to be doing things that required pants.

I do wish this time you'd try to dress better while you're home. Folks in town get the wrong impression of you. They think you are--ah--slumming.

It was not just that he had terrible style: he also gave the impression that he was deliberately desecrating the very idea of wearing clothes.

They all dressed like crack addicts. A boy wore a white leather belt as a tie.

I love fashion. Actually, funny story, I used to give the 'Esquire Big Black Book' to young wrestlers when they would join the WWE, because they needed to know how to dress.

In its heyday, the blazer had come to symbolise a kind of conventional decency. Yacht club commodores and school bursars wore blazers. People who played bowls wore blazers.