Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fashion. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Wedding................................


...................................sneakers?

 'But casualization has penetrated so far up the chain of formality that it would almost be punk for him to wear leather shoes.'"


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Acceptance...........................................

























"Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy."
-Albert Einstein

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Handprints........................................

















Now, if familiar patterns bore you, if normalcy passes before you unnoticed, if you want to create your own footsteps in the earth and leave your own handprints on the skies, if you are the one who doesn't mind the lines in the coloring book as much as others do, and perchance you do not cling to a flock for you to identify with, then you must be ready for adversity.
-C. JoyBell C.

cartoon via

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Fashions.......................................

     I preceded Mr. Omer, in compliance with his request;  and after showing me a roll of cloth which he said was extra super, and too good mourning for anything short of parents, he took my various dimensions, and put them down in a book.  While he was recording them he called my attention to his stock-in-trade, and to certain fashions which he said had "just come up," and to certain other fashions which he said had "just gone out."
     "And by that sort of thing we often lose a little mint of money," said Mr. Omer.  "But fashions are like human beings.  They come in, nobody knows when, why, or how;  and they go out, nobody knows when, why, or how.  Everything is like life, in my opinion, if you look at it from that point of view."
     I was too sorrowful to discuss the question, which would possibly have been beyond me under any circumstances;  and Mr. Omer took me back into the parlour, breathing with some difficulty on the way.
-Charles Dickens,  as excerpted from David Copperfield