#fashion

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

#change #come #customs #fashions #go

My memory of my mom is a wine glass in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She was a runway fashion model, and she was quite a glamorous woman. ↗

— Loni Anderson

#fashion #glamorous #glass #hand #memory

Old-fashioned ways which no longer apply to changed conditions are a snare in which the feet of women have always become readily entangled. ↗

— Jane Addams

#apply #become #changed #conditions #entangled

I like looking nice, but I always put comfort over fashion. I don't find thin girls attractive; be happy and healthy. I've never had a problem with the way I look. I'd rather have lunch with my friends than go to a gym. ↗

— Adele

#attractive #be happy #comfort #fashion #find

Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other. ↗

— Felix Adler

#enriched #expansion #fashion #include #love

There is a lot of use of ProTools in professional studios, but this is mostly for the special effects it allows, not for sound quality. These special effects soon fall out of fashion, and I don't think this trend will define studios permanently. ↗

— Steve Albini

#define #effects #fall #fashion #i

I don't like LA. The majority just seem to be so artificial. Look at how they worship everything they think is fashionable. Isn't it sick? ↗

— Billie Joe Armstrong

#everything #fashionable #how #i #just

Woman is fine for her own satisfaction alone. No man will admire her the more, no woman will like her the better for it. Neatness and fashion are enough for the former, and a something of shabbiness or impropriety will be most endearing to the latter. ↗

— Jane Austen

#alone #better #endearing #enough #fashion

Fashion is in a terrible state. An overdose of too much flesh. ↗

— Geoffrey Beene

#flesh #much #state #terrible #too

Nothing, again, could be more prosaic and impenetrable than the domestic energies of Miss Diana Duke. But Innocent had somehow blundered on the discovery that her thrifty dressmaking went with a considerable feminine care for dress--the one feminine thing that had never failed her solitary self-respect. In consequence Smith pestered her with a theory (which he really seemed to take seriously) that ladies might combine economy with magnificence if they would draw light chalk patterns on a plain dress and then dust them off again. He set up "Smith's Lightning Dressmaking Company," with two screens, a cardboard placard, and box of bright soft crayons; and Miss Diana actually threw him an abandoned black overall or working dress on which to exercise the talents of a modiste. He promptly produced for her a garment aflame with red and gold sunflowers; she held it up an instant to her shoulders, and looked like an empress. And Arthur Inglewood, some hours afterwards cleaning his bicycle (with his usual air of being inextricably hidden in it), glanced up; and his hot face grew hotter, for Diana stood laughing for one flash in the doorway, and her dark robe was rich with the green and purple of great decorative peacocks, like a secret garden in the "Arabian Nights." A pang too swift to be named pain or pleasure went through his heart like an old-world rapier. He remembered how pretty he thought her years ago, when he was ready to fall in love with anybody; but it was like remembering a worship of some Babylonian princess in some previous existence. At his next glimpse of her (and he caught himself awaiting it) the purple and green chalk was dusted off, and she went by quickly in her working clothes.

— G.K. Chesterton

#love