There is something sad about clothes laid in a tomb of trunks.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them.
Clothes should look as if a woman was born into them. It is a form of possession, this belonging to one another.
Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.
The body is a sacred garment.
When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.
As a boy I used to go to the Chamber of Horrors at the annual fair, to look at the wax figures of Emperors and Kings, of heroes and murderers of the day. The dead now had that same unreality, which shocks without arousing pity.
Clothes are such a strong part of who a human being is.
I have become aware on my travels that when a country loses the connection between its history and its traditional dress, something truly precious is lost.
Fashion is that thing that saved me from being sad.
I don't understand what modern clothes are about at all.