I believe that women have the right to wear any attire that suits their comfort. And above all, every individual has the right to wear an attire of their choice, and no one can deny that.
I don't always wear underwear. When I'm in the heat, especially, I can't wear it. Like, if I'm wearing a flower dress, why do I have to wear underwear?
To be honest, the piece of clothing from a man's wardrobe I wear most often, to bed and around the house, is my boyfriend's underwear. I think it's infinitely unfair that women are compelled to wear underwear with a comfort factor of zero whilst men stroll around in essentially the most comfortable item of clothing ever made.
I love Calvin Klein underwear. That's the only kind of underwear I wear.
I'd wear any of my private attire for the world to see. But I would rather have an open flesh wound than ever wear a band aid in public.
I have a thing about underwear. I have to wear thongs. Since I was a showgirl in Las Vegas, and I was wearing G-strings all the time, I got this thing where I cannot stand to have on regular underwear. It drives me out of my mind.
I have loads of underwear, but only wear the bras because I never wear knickers.
Golf wear isn't the sexiest attire.
Drip is your attire, the clothes you wear.
But the suit I wear is my work attire, and nothing else.
Regarding my attire, I choose whatever I feel is most flattering at the time. That can be jeans dressed up to a nice dinner or a dress at home for a casual night. In other words, thin days and chubby days are what determines what I wear.
You do not go out into the street in your underwear, although usually you are wearing underwear. The underwear is not visible but it is there all the time. It is the same with concepts. They are there. They underlie practical things we do- even when we are not conscious of them.
People used to wear ordinary clothes weekdays, and formal attire on Sunday. Today it is the exact reverse.
I didn't have any look or any style in prison. Your footwear couldn't cost more than $50. You can't wear blue, orange, gray, any patterns, or you couldn't wear your hair down. There were just so many rules that coincided with your attire.
Near the end of his life, Henri Matisse's preferred attire was evening wear,
by which I mean pajamas.