#rap

American women often fall into the trap of, 'Oh, these are my weekend clothes. These are my work clothes. This is what I wear at night.' It's so old-fashioned. ↗

— Michael Kors

#american women #clothes #fall #i #into

I wear the same thing every day. I always pack two black jackets, loads of black T-shirts, loads of white jeans. I feel a little fresh and glamorous and graphic. ↗

— Michael Kors

#black #day #every #every day #feel

In my photographs it is apparent that there was no posing at the moment I released the shutter. ↗

— Jerzy Kosinski

#i #moment #photographs #posing #released

Mapplethorpe presented the body as a sexual object, separating it from the humanity of the person. He added nothing to photography as a medium. I hold his work in low regard. ↗

— Jerzy Kosinski

#body #his #hold #humanity #i

I think that open tunings are a trap really because it's really hard not to sound like an open tuning when your using one and that gets old as well as what you learn in one open tuning is going to stay there. ↗

— Leo Kottke

#gets #going #hard #i #i think

I would say that if you don't feel like talking to the crowd something is wrong and if you force yourself to talk to them things will happen and to that extent things aren't choreographed. ↗

— Leo Kottke

#crowd #extent #feel #force #happen

Apartheid education, rarely mentioned in the press or openly confronted even among once-progressive educators, is alive and well and rapidly increasing now in the United States. ↗

— Jonathan Kozol

#among #apartheid #confronted #education #educators

I wasn't the kind of person that liked waiting for autographs or following them, I just liked to go to the shows, study their records, driving many, many hours to different states to go to concerts. ↗

— Lenny Kravitz

#concerts #different #driving #following #go

Human nerves quickly get accustomed to the most unusual conditions and circumstances and I noticed that quite a number of men actually fell asleep from sheer exhaustion in the trenches, in spite of the roaring of the cannon about us and the whizzing of shrapnel over our heads. ↗

— Fritz Kreisler

#accustomed #actually #asleep #cannon #circumstances

Suddenly, at about ten o'clock, a dull thud sounded somewhere far away from us, and simultaneously we saw a small white round cloud about half a mile ahead of us where the shrapnel had exploded. The battle had begun. ↗

— Fritz Kreisler

#ahead #away #battle #begun #clock