Why do people who consider themselves good communicators often fail to actually hear each other? Often it's due to a mismatch of styles: To someone who prefers to vent, someone who prefers to explain seems patronizing; explainers experience venters as volatile.
Sometimes with 'The New Yorker,' they have grammar rules that just don't feel right in my mouth.
I wear trainers everywhere. Weddings, parties, definitely red carpets and fashion events. It's bad. And listen, I love shoes. I love high heels. But I buy trainers all the time.
I was always the pop guy that was a little too country. I talked a little too country; I brought the country artists in.
This hair has a reputation of being stereotypically punk rock, and I'm the girliest person you'll ever find so it took a while for me to figure out how to convey my style. I never wear black very often anymore, all the colors I wear are extremely soft and lovely.
I'm in a constant conflict about having to make a movie for the big and the small screen at the same time, stylistically. So I just basically make it for the large screen.
Sometimes I feel like putting on a blazer with just a T-shirt.
If you try to have a fashion show with Bach fugues and John Coltrane, it doesn't really work.
I can't figure out how you can draft players for a coach that you know coaches a certain a style, and was successful doing that style, and get him to play a style that you feel comfortable with.
This one Corbusier lamp was like, my greatest inspiration ... I'm a minimalist in a rapper's body.
Do you think that clothes have a life of their own, and maybe have unsuitable affairs with opposite styles? I mean - you look at some people - their clothes go on flirting long after the people inside them have lost interest.
Since I have that edgy, rocker-tomboy kind of vibe, it can be very difficult to translate my style for the red carpet.
I always loved clothes, just not clothes that were appropriate to the place I grew up in.
I'm a schizophrenic mix of wannabe glamourpuss and absolute slob, and my style is very much magistrate-meets-barmaid.
Sloppy casual has always been my default look. My preppier classmates in high school would sometimes sport two, three, even four shirts at a time - Lauren, Izod, Brooks Brothers, all collars-up - while I wore secondhand faded olive German-army fatigues and this cool T-shirt with a troll on it.
I always get yelled at when things don't match, but apparently that's kind of part of fashion, having things not match.
I walked into a demo session one time, and a guy said, 'I'm thinking kind of like a Trace Adkins thing.' And I looked him right in the eye and said, 'Man, you've got the wrong guy. I'm gonna have to fire myself. You've got to hire somebody else.'
A lot of times, I'd be styled and, like, wearing a t-shirt I wouldn't ever wear. All the sudden, there's this image of you, and you're like, 'Hold on, wait.'
My wife and I battle over home decor. My style goes from Gothic to Baroque. Hers is minimalist.
