My mom wouldn't let me buy clothes she didn't like, so I dressed like a middle-aged woman in high school.
I'm simply the mom who makes the lunch, drives to school, finds where the toys are, washes the clothes, and I'm here to play. And that's all I should be.
The swimming community is really conservative. I don't know why, because we're in no clothing whatsoever.
One of my favourite parts of acting is the clothes that you get to wear, because it's very important.
Wearing clothes should be a personal narrative of emotion. I always respond to fashion in an emotional way.
You never realise how much of your background is sewn into the lining of your clothes.
To write freely is to walk a joyous, terrifying, exhilarating path naked through the world of the fully clothed.
Clothes are unique sculptures, dependent on a supporting human form and created to move.
I have a responsibility to the people who work for me, the manufacturers I work with. There is no point to clothes that don't sell.
I'm really not a clothes person. To me, that's just work. It's the thing I hate to do the most. I don't want to be judged in that way.
It's nice when you work with someone who has an eye for clothes and will show what you've given them.
Richard Chamberlain on The Slipper and the Rose was lovely to work with. He wore the clothes so beautifully and sang his songs so well.
I definitely like clothes as much as the next girl, just not to the extent of people who work in the fashion industry.
I am not interested in perfection, and neither are the women who wear my clothes.
The girl with dark hair was coming towards them across the field. With what seemed a single movement she tore off her clothes and flung them disdainfully aside. Her body was white and smooth, but it aroused no desire in him, indeed he barely looked a...
For I was hungry, while you had all you needed. I was thirsty, but you drank bottled water. I was a stranger, and you wanted me deported. I needed clothes, but you needed clothes. I was sick, and you pointed out the behaviors that led to my sickness....
At Gabriel College there was a very holy object on the high altar of the Oratory, covered with a black velvet cloth... At the height of the invocation the Intercessor lifted the cloth to reveal in the dimness a glass dome inside which there was somet...
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of ve...
I never saw "being different" in and of itself as the point to "being Goth" -- dressing different from most others, maybe, but the point to me was to get together with people who liked the same music and clothes, or at least very similar music and cl...
I cleaned the shit off my pink high-tops and drove home, stopping for an espresso at the coffeehouse across from the college. Men and women were hunched over copies of Jean Paul Sartre and writing in their journals. Most wore the thin-rimmed tortoise...
Someone knocked me down; I pushed Brinker over a small slope; someone was trying to tackle me from behind. Everywhere there was the smell of vitality in clothes, the vital something in wool and flannel and corduroy which spring releases. I had forgot...
