Quotes About Attire

He still had his tie on, a knitted tie with a flat bottom. It looked crocheted; it looked like a doily. Our biology master wore ties like that but George was the only boy you'd catch dead in one. He was both the oldest and youngest of us, the most fuddy-duddy and innocent, and I could see that his innocence extended to this question of sardonic intent. His poem, alas, was perfectly serious.

despite the green eyeshade and the garters on the sleeves.

The coat went over his shoulder. It was too hot here for that, and hotter still where he was going. He'd have to wear a coat there. It was expected, one of those curious rules of formal behavior that demanded the maximum discomfort to attain the proper degree of decorum.

If I'd known you were coming, he said, I woulda worn my lululemons.

Well... Actually I got picked because I was the only one who fit the wedding gown - they had my size.

I point at your useless, flat, nonathletic sneakers. "May I?" I ask and you nod. I pull the laces tight and tie them in double knots

historians rarely emphasize the tremendous importance that [Marie Antoinette's] public attached to what she was wearing at each step along the way.

Generally, if Marie Antoinette had worn a gown once, she did not wear it again.

She was enveloped from head to foot in a raccoon fur coat, with a jaunty hat of the same, trimmed only with a bright quill feather.

O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!

Ser Jaime?" Even in soiled pink satin and torn lace, Brienne looked more like a man in a gown than a proper woman."I am grateful, but...you were well away. Why come back?" A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jaime only shrugged. "I dreamed of you," he said.

Renly thought she was absurd. A woman dressed in man's mail, pretending to be a knight." "If he'd ever seen her in pink satin and Myrish lace, he would not have complained.

It's good to know that there's a fine line between an "outfit" and a "getup."

He looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and had forgotten to say "when."

Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed. There ain't much credit in that.

A man cannot dress, without his ideas get clothed at the same time.

He swung around with a flutter of his lab coat. Beneath it he wore stovepipe pants and a T-shirt in loud, clashing colors.

there was even a whole section dedicated to throats and boobs, though they called it décolletage.

Why do you wear so many clothes?" "I won't next time.

Tell me something,boys. Do you wear that leather to turn each other on? I mean, is it a dick thing with you all?

What kind of look are you going for?" he asked instead. "Clothed.

He didn't even know what it was, Vishous." "The tux?" V lit a hand-rolled. "Of course he didn't. He's a real male.

With that, she turned away. And that was when Butch was able to properly focus on the cropped jacket she had paired with her micro-mini and her sheer black hose and her Louboutins with the red soles.

I like wearing classic pieces with a modern twist.