You can't separate the clothes from the stores, from the environment.

I see there is a lot of behaviour in men's fashion, which is systematic. It's a lot about all these kind of clothes that can be easily combined with each other, and it's less and less, I think, about...

I would love to one day have my own line of clothes.

I put on the tuxedo, and it's like putting on overalls - they're my work clothes. Then I go to work. I'm relaxed. I do my job.

It's a lot harder to rack up a big bill on clothes and shoes than on boats and cars.

As a teenager, I used to dress up like a hippie. My clothes weren't posh.

Fashion is not about clothes, it is about a look.

You know, I've certainly gone through periods, once I got into this business, where I tried to adopt maybe a more sophisticated style, 'cause they give you all these free clothes.

I was much more interested by clothes when I was younger. I'm about being discreet. What they call the French touch, whatever that means. Low profile and somehow elegant without being flashy.

I dress up for awards, but only if somebody else is going to pay for the clothes. And shop for them, too!

All a woman needs is a good bath, clean clothes, and for her hair to be combed. These things she can do herself. I very seldom go to the hairdresser, but when I do, I just marvel.

Drag queens have always taken on that role of spilling the tea - and the tea is the emperor has no clothes!

I didn't really feel like a girly girl. I didn't want to wear boob tubes and flared trousers and disco clothes. Then when punk came along it was like, 'Oh great, I can wear ripped jeans and manky...

There is something sad about clothes laid in a tomb of trunks.

I'm a Virgo and I'm more - I don't want to say 'negative' - but I'm the girl who thinks no one's coming to my birthday party, no one's buying my clothes, no one's reading my book, no one's watching my...

What makes you think that people with other types of clothes are special? I can go to the shop, buy such clothes, and what? Now I am important?

When afternoon came to Vidyasagar Road, wet clothes ... hung from a clothesline which stretched from one side to another on the veranda of the first floor. The line, which had not been tightly drawn...

Men, she thought, were odd about their clothes: they liked to wear the same things until they became defeated and threadbare.