Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.
So many people hide inside their clothes.
I am not a fashionista, and I don't dress up. Usually if I'm at home, where I am now, I'm wearing a robe.
I've treated the waistcoat as if it were a corset, so that it becomes the first layer in the process of putting clothes on the body. There is constant motion between layering and revealing.
I want to tell you this: you cannot get the robe of hypocrisy on you so thick that the sharp eye of childhood will not see through every veil.
Vice, in its true light, is so deformed, that it shocks us at first sight; and would hardly ever seduce us, if it did not at first wear the mask of some virtue.
Couture has a power that ready-to-wear can never have; the attention of les petites mains as they sew; all that love and belief goes into the cloth. That's what you feel when you wear it.
Virtue has a veil, vice a mask.
The robe of flesh wears thin, and with the years God shines through all things.
I think, with suits and clothes, if you keep them long enough, they all come back in fashion.