Women dress alike all over the world: they dress to be annoying to other women.
I gave to pink, the nerve of the red, a neon pink, an unreal pink.
Dress designing, incidentally, is to me not a profession but an art.
Never fit a dress to the body but train the body to fit the dress.
Fashion is born by small facts, trends, or even politics, never by trying to make little pleats and furbelows, by trinkets, by clothes easy to copy, or by the shortening or lengthening of a skirt.
A dress has no life of its own unless it is worn, and as soon as this happens another personality takes over from you and animates it, or tries to, glorifies or destroys it, or makes it into a song of beauty.