A Quote by Simon Doonan

The message of a leopard-print jumpsuit is clear: 'I am a huntress who delights in eating the offal of her prey.' — © Simon Doonan
The message of a leopard-print jumpsuit is clear: 'I am a huntress who delights in eating the offal of her prey.'
Leopard print has been my thing forever! When I was a teenager my entire room was done in leopard print - it's timeless, chic, and always in style. When in doubt... leopard!
I have everything from leopard print slippers to leopard print sheets and pajamas.
I love a wild animal print. Not just a leopard print - I'm talking about a tiger or zebra print, too.
I want to be a Huntress when I grow up!" shouted a voice from the throng. Kyna rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You can't be a Huntress, Liam. You're not a centaur and you're not a female.
I love anything leopard print, but sometimes an all over print can be a bit much.
Texas governor Rick Perry's wife, Anita, has come out slugging in her glittering leopard-print jacket against what she sees as the unfair treatment of her husband. She tearfully said that he has been 'brutalized' for his faith.
My mom told me I could have sheets, towels, and a few pillows, but I wanted leopard drapes, carpeting, and a comforter, too. I think maybe my obsession had something to do with my grandmother - she told me the best print to buy is leopard because it always stays in style.
I won't eat offal. Once, I was in London at the Le Manoir aux Quat'Saisons, which is this really fancy eating establishment and hotel, and I almost got conned into eating testicles. It was one of the most delicious meals I've ever eaten, about twelve courses. That was one of the courses.
I just love leopard print.
As I always say, leopard print is a neutral.
I've never met a leopard print I didn't like.
Nose-to-tail eating is not a bloodlust, testosterone-fueled offal hunt. It's common sense, and it's all good stuff.
When you do a cheesy leopard print, it can turn out so wrong.
My weakness is wearing too much leopard print.
Offal and offcuts such as head and feet can be picked up for next to nothing, and eating them helps to avoid waste.
Her voice was as rough as sandpaper. As long as Blomkvist lived, he would never forget her face as she went on the attack. Her teeth were bared like a beast of prey. Her eyes were glittering, black as coal. She moved with the lightning speed of a tarantula and seemed totally focus on her prey as she swung the club again, striking Martin in the ribs.
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