I don't look good in beige.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When it comes to clothing, I've got one really hard and fast rule: never wear beige. That's such an old-lady colour.
Sense of humor is important in life, not just in clothing. How boring to live a life in beige.
What really grabs me about living in Tucson is the color beige.
Beige curtains... there's nothing wrong with them. You're not like, 'Ew, gross! Beige curtains!' You just don't notice them either way. They're just, like, fine.
I don't do grey. I like my colour, my style.
Aesthetically, I don't really like the blond, tan thing. I am pale. So I may as well embrace the pale. Long, blond hair and a bad spray tan is the stuff of my nightmares.
I have olive skin, so if I get pale, I look green. I have to tan.
I look better with a tan, but I've never gone the fake route. I don't need to - I have good foreign genes: half Spanish, half Hungarian.
When you're tan, you feel better about yourself.
I always wear beige, black or white. For one thing I look good in them. For another, when I'm beside a star at a fitting, and she looks into the mirror, I don't want to be competing in any way.