Fashions Fade, Style Is Eternal.

Fashions Pass Quickly, And Nothing Is More Pathetic Than Those Puppets Of Fashion Outrageously Made Up One Day, Pale The Next, Pleated Or Ironed Stiff, Libertine Or Ascetic. Playing With Fashion Is An Art. The First Rule Is Don't Burn Your Wings.

For A Woman, Le Smoking Is An Indispensable Garment With Which She Finds Herself Continually In Fashion, Because It Is About Style, Not Fashion. Fashions Come And Go, But Style Is Forever.

It Pains Me Physically To See A Woman Victimized, Rendered Pathetic By Fashion.

I Like To Watch The Way A Model Moves In My Clothes, The Way She Gives Them Life, Or If They Are Wrong, Stillborn, The Way Her Life Rejects Them.

To Be Beautiful, Woman Enough To Have A Black Sweater, Black Skirt And Walk Arm In Arm With The Man She Loves.