A Quote by William Wegman

My Weimaraners are perfect fashion models. Their elegant, slinky forms are covered in gray - and gray, everyone knows, goes with anything. — © William Wegman
My Weimaraners are perfect fashion models. Their elegant, slinky forms are covered in gray - and gray, everyone knows, goes with anything.
Gray goes with gold. Gray goes with all colors. I've done gray-and-red paintings, and gray and orange go so well together. It takes a long time to make gray because gray has a little bit of color in it.
I've tried doing so, for it was never my intention to paint only with gray. But in the course of my work I have eliminated one color after another, and what has remained is gray, gray, gray!
Glacier Gray is an unobtrusive gray that contrasts and enhances; bouncing off other shades without taking away from them as it slips into the background to allow other colors to take center stage. Nature’s most perfect neutral, Glacier Gray is a shade that is timeless. Quietly assuring and peacefully relaxing, Glacier Gray, is above all, constant.
I grew up in Hong Kong, and London used to seem very gray: the sky was gray, the buildings were gray, the food was incredibly gray - the food had, like, new kinds of grayness specially invented for it.
The gray silence, the gray waves, the gray wastes of the sea.
A gray flannel suit by Thom Browne or Tom Ford can be worn a billion ways. I'll wear a gray flannel jacket with a white shirt, gray flannel tie, beat-up fatigues, and a dress shoe or Carpe Diem boots.
For me, the summer will be pure gray - mother-of-pearl gray, very pale gray. To me, this is the big statement for summer. Then we have light blue, light turquoise, lots of pink.
Not gray, exactly. Right before the sun rises there's a moment when the whole sky goes this pale nothing color-not really gray but sort of, or sort of white, and I've always really liked it because it reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
And I remember looking at Gray Davis and, you know, Gray is the consummate political operative.
War's not black and white; it's gray. If you don't fight in the gray area, you're going to lose.
Failure assumes the world is black and white - no gray. I've come to find, it's all gray.
Gray day. Everything is gray. I watch. But nothing moves today.
I had a job; I was, during the war, a nurse, a 'Gray Lady.' We wore a veil and a gray dress.
I am fine with the fact that some of my hair is gray. If it was all gray overnight, that would be a scary thing.
The Moon is essentially gray - no color - looks like plaster of paris - soft of gray sand.
Gray sail against the sky, Gray butterfly! Have you a dream for going. Or are you the blind wind's blowing?
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