Fashion Sense Quotes

“All I can tell you about fashion and style is this: buy and wear what makes you happy.”
― John Jannuzzi

“Either dress in clothes that suit you, or shape yourself to suit the clothes you choose.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Cool is not an attitude - It's a state of mind”
― Roy Smoothe

“Now you look like someone who is trying not to be someone, as opposed to nobody not managing to be anybody.”
― Robert Bryndza, Coco Pinchard's Big Fat Tipsy Wedding

“„I don’t go out much, Porzia, for this reason.“
„Well, no. You don’t go out much because you’re an angry little duckling who hates people and all you do is sleep, eat and dance. Fashion has nothing to do with it.”
― Scarlett Drake, Limerence

“Five minutes later she came back to the car wearing low fitted gray pants, high-heeled black boots, a white T-shirt, and a long black nylon coat that flapped behind her like a graceful set of wings. She had on eyeliner and her hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail. She looked like a rock star or a publicist for rock stars.”
― Jeanne Ray, Eat Cake

“I grabbed the hanger and ducked back into my room to slip on my dress, and it was, indeed, flattering. The red fabric gathered at the bust, swept down my sides, and came out in a wispy trumpet shape at my knees. I put on the leather jacket, and though I never would have picked this out myself, again, Emerald was right. I didn't feel so green and scared, but rather strong and protected. No wonder so many women in New York wore leather.
"You look incredible!" Emerald jumped up and down when I stepped out into the living room. Then she calmed herself by admiring her work. "Oh, the red looks so good on your skin. And the leather. It's too perfect. Keep those. They don't fit me anymore."
"Wow!" Elliott said. "You look great."
"One last thing," Emerald added. "Take this purse and seal the deal. It's the latest Proenza Schouler bag. The PS1 is done and now they're onto this. It won't be in stores for another year."
I looked down at the purse, a blue, green, and gold rectangle with inlaid triangles and textures. Some pony hair, some leather, maybe snake or skate?”
― Jessica Tom, Food Whore

“Jess, didn't we agree to take the town by storm? How can you do that in that orange shorts jumpsuit? You look like you escaped from a prison ward and kept the outfit." She smirked and took a spontaneous photo of Charlie and me.
I teased back, "It's an on-trend romper, and I prefer it to your black-on-black grim reaper leisurewear, thank you very much.”
― Suzanne Park, So We Meet Again

“In the attic, the three discovered an entire rack of evening gowns representing every fashion trend of the twentieth century. Brigid chose a strapless black cocktail dress that Sadie had worn. Phoebe found a flowing white Halston that Flora purchased back in the seventies. And Sibyl chose a gold-beaded flapper dress that had belonged to her great-great-grandmother, Rose.
Liam sent a car to fetch them for the party. Gathered in the foyer, it was the first time they saw each other in their formal wear. Brigid's eyes were smoky and lips scarlet. Her red hair fell over her bare shoulders, where blue veins were just visible beneath violet-tinged skin. Phoebe's skin glowed with no assistance from makeup, and she wore her hair in a crown of braids woven through with a golden ribbon. Sibyl was where all the Duncans traits met. She was light and dark, glamorous and natural. Her red curls formed a bloom around her lovely face. The Three looked, very much, like a trio.”
― Kirsten Miller, The Women of Wild Hill

“You remain to be the most annoying, outrageous, inexplicably absurd thing I've ever seen. With your highlighters and your heart-shaped sticky notes and your seven hundred different colors of glitter pens and the fact that you never wear any clothes."
"These are clothes!" She pointed to the gauzy linen shirt she was wearing as a dress. It was sheer, unbuttoned past her sternum, and riding up her thighs. Underneath it, still, was today's bathing suit: hot pink, and criminally small.”
― Lauren Okie, Tropesick

“At last she pulled out her Levi's low riders, a thick leather belt, and a new butterfly halter. She had planned to wear the bib halter over a slinky long-sleeve tee, because it was so revealing with its bare back and midriff, but now she shrugged and held it up against her. Why not flaunt it? She was in a partying mood.
She slipped into he jeans and belt, then struggled with the ties on the halter, finally turning to the mirror. Excitement ran through her. She loved the thick leather draped over her hip sand the iridescent blue butterfly wings across her chest. Her hair fell across her shoulders with a luxurious feel. She fluffed the curls, her eyes scintillating with an unfamiliar spark.”
― Lynne Ewing, Possession