"The only real innovations in fashion come from technology."
— Hussein Chalayan (via crystallizations)
"Femininity is depicted as weakness, the sapping of strength, yet masculinity is so fragile that apparently even the slightest brush with the feminine destroys it."
— Gwen Sharp (via froideurs)
(Source: queerblackandproud, via froideurs)
"Art exists because life is not enough."
— Ferreira Gullar (via funeraire)
"I always wonder who decided that there should be a difference in the clothes of men and women. Perhaps men decided this."
— Yohji Yamamoto (via comdesgarcons)
(Source: gastlyy, via crystallizations)
"I could not keep from staring at her, but I knew my gaze was incontinuous, broken, composed of hundreds of frozen gazes, with a tiny interval between each as long as the gaze itself."
— Susan Sontag, The Benefactor. (via froideurs)
(Source: anxiaimago, via froideurs)
"I love mankind, he said, ‘but I find to my amazement that the more I love mankind as a whole, the less I love man in particular.’"
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via adjectival)
(Source: larmoyante, via adjectival)
"One should either be a work of art or wear a work of art."
— Oscar Wilde (via missesdressy)e (via crystallizations)
(via crystallizations)
"Ivich was a voluptuous and tragic little embodiment of pain, which had no morrow: she would depart, go mad, die of a heart attack, or her parents would keep her close at Laon. But Matthieu could not endure to live without her. He made a timid movement with his hand: he longed to grasp Ivich’s arm above the elbow and squeeze it. ‘I loathe being touched.’"
— Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age Of Reason. (via seelenlos)
"I don’t feel too excited about fashion today. People just want cheap fast clothes and are happy to look like everyone else."
— Rei Kawakubo (via crystallizations)
"Starved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human being’s eyes."
— Douglas Coupland, Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture. (via seelenlos)
(Source: larmoyante, via froideurs)
"We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing."
— Charles Bukowski