#ay

As a fashion designer, I was always aware that I was not an artist, because I was creating something that was made to be sold, marketed, used, and ultimately discarded. ↗

— Tom Ford

#artist #aware #because #creating #designer

I think the 1970s will always be the decade for me. Obviously, I grew up in that era, but the beauty standard was touchable, kissable. ↗

— Tom Ford

#beauty #decade #era #grew #i

It's a mood record. Like one night you're going to be down in the dumps depressed because you're thinking about your ex-boyfriend and the next moment you're gonna be like screw him you know? And the next one you're saying to yourself "God I'm in love." ↗

— Willa Ford

#because #depressed #down #dumps #god

There's a million new people in the studio every day creating new stuff so I really had to be on my toes with this one so I could get it out before somebody else could. ↗

— Willa Ford

#could #creating #day #else #every

You know a lot of times you'll find girls in a club are jaded to the other girls in the club. There's a nasty vibe between the chicks in the club. It's like a pretty girl can't look at another pretty girl and say Wow she's pretty. ↗

— Willa Ford

#between #chicks #club #find #girl

As a child I was sometimes so hungry that I used to dream that one day I'd get locked in a grocery store. ↗

— George Foreman

#day #dream #get #grocery #grocery store

I was a tiger, a good fighter, in good shape, but I was always nervous before boxing matches. ↗

— George Foreman

#before #boxing #fighter #good #i

If you can maintain that integrity in whatever you do, you can't go wrong. That's what I tell my kids, anyway. ↗

— George Foreman

#go #i #integrity #kids #maintain

All the dialogue on tape, and we'd play the tape in performance. Then I thought it'd be interesting if the actor's repeated what they heard on the tape, but at a slower speed, so we'd get a web of language. ↗

— Richard Foreman

#dialogue #get #heard #i #interesting

The material came bubbling up inside like a geyser or an oil gusher. It streamed up of its own accord, down my arm and out of my fountain pen in a torrent of six thousand words a day. ↗

— C. S. Forester

#arm #bubbling #came #day #down