I'm wearing a put-together from a little shop that I favor called the back of my closet.
My dreams came true while wearing the opening look from the springsummer 2010 Dior ready-to-wear collection. I will never forget how special I felt opening John Galliano's show, like I was living a dream.
I think women are usually a little bit nervous about wearing white denim. There are rules associated, body issues, all of those things.
We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.
In high school, girls started wearing high-waisted pants with their shirts tucked into them. I don't get what that's about.
There's a literal track: who says what to whom, what are people wearing, etcetera. And there's the abstract track: what ideas are suggested by the literal. And the real movie takes place in the relationship between the literal and the abstract.
If I were two-faced, would I be wearing this one?
So the guy who shot Gadhafi was wearing a Yankees cap. Did you see that? If he'd had a Boston Red Sox hat on he probably would have missed.
Wearing a hat confers undeniable authority over those without one.
To those of you who are wearing ties, I think my dad would appreciate it if you took them off.
I'm very proud of my skin and my face, and I have no problem not wearing makeup. I don't wear makeup because I feel like I need to cover myself up or because I don't feel confident. I wear makeup because it's fun; it's like painting on my face.
I wasn't surprised to find myself in the back of Mr. Klein's store, wearing only my undershirt and panties, surrounded by sable.
I hope everyone will feel good about supporting a worthy cause that helps educate people and saves lives while wearing a cool looking shirt that aims to SLAM Diabetes!
Hey, look — Harry’s got a Weasley sweater, too!” Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. “Harry’s is better than ours, though,” said Fred, holding up Harry’s sweater. “She obviously makes more of an effort if you’re not family.
When you love something, whether it's jam and cheese sandwiches or wearing your pyjamas as pants, you forget that it was ever anything other than commonplace.
I was kidnapped by aliens, they came down from outer space with ray guns, but I fooled them by wearing a wig and laughing in a foreign accent, and I escaped.
Our conception of 1950s underwear is a lovely vintage aesthetic, but actually, wearing stockings with no elastic and a girdle was heavy duty.
Isn't elegance forgetting what one is wearing?
If everybody walks into the room wearing crutches you don't know who can stand on their own two feet.
Wearing nice lingerie makes me feel really glamorous. I love to splurge on that.