Quotes About Attire

You met or new friend?" Minho responded, a smirk flashing across his face. "Real piece of work, this guy. I've gotta get one of those shuck suits. Fancy stuff.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

I thought (erroneously) that he dressed like Alfred Douglas, or the Comte de Montesquiou: beautiful starchy shirts with French cuffs; magnificent neckties; a black greatcoat that billowed behind him as he walked and made him look like a cross between a student prince and Jack the Ripper.

Neither can I." "What are you going to wear?" That was a good question. "I don't know." "I've got an idea. Remember that pink ruffled dress I got for my cousin's wedding?

We met once when you were a boy, at Midculter.' He paused. 'You are not like your brother.' 'No,' Crawford said. He gave his hand another shake and then loosed it with apparent reluctance. 'Richard will never be whipped at a cart-arse for bawdry. I don't know whether you notice, but he wears nothing but mockado and fustian. The graveyard at Culter is full of pauperized mercers.

can I have the heart to fluster the flustered Thipps further—that's very difficult to say quickly—by appearing in a top-hat and frock-coat? I think not. Ten to one he will overlook my trousers and mistake me for the undertaker. A grey suit, I fancy, neat but not gaudy, with a hat to tone, suits my other self better. Exit the amateur of first editions; new motive introduced by solo bassoon; enter Sherlock Holmes, disguised as a walking gentleman.

On the morning of the wedding-day, Lord Peter emerged from Bunter's hands a marvel of sleek brilliance. His primrose-coloured hair was so exquisite a work of art that to eclipse it with his glossy hat was like shutting up the sun in a shrine of jet; his spats, light trousers, and exquisitely polished shoes formed a tone-symphony in monochrome.

Mrs. Whittaker's dress was always studiously suited to its occasion; thus, her bearing had always that calm that only the correctly attired may enjoy.

She, too, had an air of discipline and precision about her, but it was at odds with her aristocratic face, mane of rich mahogany hair, brown eyes, and civilian dress. The others were kitted out in body armor, helmets, night-vision gear, and assault weaponry: all she had was a string of pearls. Who in God's name would wear a string of pearls on a mission like this?

You're a man milliner, Poirot. I never notice what people have on." "You should join a nudist colony

You're a man milliner, Poirot. I never notice what people have on." "You should join a nudist colony." As

They turned me out of one place today because I had on a sleeveless dress,' she said ruefully. 'Apparently the Almighty doesn't like my arms in spite of having made them.

But I thought I might have to go to church on Sunday, and although the Archbishop has said one needn't, I still think that the more old-fashioned clergy expect one to wear a hat. But

Poirot was an extraordinary-looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible; I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound.

Miss Grosvenor was an incredibly glamorous blonde. She wore an expensively cut little black suit

Kyosuke was right on time, as usual. He was dressed in winter-white flannel trousers, a black turtleneck sweater, and a gray-and-black herringbone tweed jacket. An oyster-colored silk scarf was slung carelessly around his neck. Kenzo, who had thrown on some wrinkled khaki slacks and an old tan sweater, stared admiringly at his friend's dashing getup.

My clothes are an extension of my personality. I'd look awful in ladylike dresses.

Personally, I'm a V-neck guy.

I wanted to be a pharmacist. I liked the way our local pharmacist was always dressed in a nice white coat; he looked very calm, you'd give him money, and he'd give you something that you wanted to buy.

Nobody wants to see an engagement photo with you in your ratty jeans and t-shirt. Go for layers, and you're always going to look like you made more of an effort.

I end up picking clothes in black and white mostly.

I'm not really sure what I look for when I'm picking out clothes.

Sometimes in a restaurant you'll see a lady dressed very nice, she picks up a menu or something... a little fan is always a little bit nice.

I'm really into kind of finding different masculine pieces and making them feminine. Like cool oxfords.