... there are shadows because there are hills.
I'm drawn to silhouettes because of their emblematic rather than their illustrational quality. I see them as shapes, allowing an image to become an abstraction and for pure painting to take place.
Like strange mechanical grotesques, Making fantastic arabesques, The shadows raced across the blind.
I love the silhouettes of the '50s that were feminine and womanly without being too revealing. I've always gravitated towards that kind of sense of style and fashion.
I live in L.A., so layers are essential to my wardrobe. I like slim silhouettes, typically, and I love good tailoring.
Beauty, by way of fashion, has to do with confidence, with flattering silhouettes, with patterns, with proper fit for body type, and with an abundance of self-love!
And what, for instance, would have happened had Romeo and Juliet lived to middle age, their silhouettes broadened by pasta?
As a writer and director, I want to know what is behind the good manners and soft voice. Who is inside the silhouette?
About the Sauconys, there are a lot of sneakers that are not as marketed as heavily as like Nike but those silhouettes are still fresh. I'll always go to a Saucony.
When we walk in the sun our shadows are like barges of silence.
In designing my bridal collections, I love mixing luxe fabrics, which give the most beautiful texture and dimension to my creations.
I love a loose-fitting skirt with a cinched waist. A feminine silhouette is a no-stress zone - it's comfortable and I don't have to worry about wardrobe malfunctions!
What I really love about the Playboy bunny outfit, is it's all about a woman's silhouette.
Silhouettes are reductions, and racial stereotypes are also reductions of actual human beings.
Evening had fallen. A rim of the young moon cleft the pale waste of sky line, the rim of a silver hoop embedded in grey sand: and the tide was flowing in fast to the land with a low whisper of her waves, islanding a few last figures in distant pools.
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.
She was a sweet girl but not really pretty, a rough sketch of a woman with a little of everything in her, one of those silhouettes which artists draw in three strokes on the tablecloth in a café after dinner, between a glass of brandy and a cigarette. Nature sometimes turns out creatures like that.
There are not many original shapes or silhouettes -- only a million variations.
Figures dark beneath their loads pass down the far bank of the river, rendered immortal by the streak of sunset upon their shoulders
I like to wear classic silhouettes and add a punch to it.
