I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men.

Sylvia’s inherent appreciation for beauty as both artist and consumer is evident in her journals and letters…….she wrote beautifully about clothes. She wrote about them with irony and wit mixed in with all the rococo prettiness.

New clothes left Sylvia reeling with happiness. For Sylvia, a shopping list was a poem. She always shopped alone - it suited her deliberate nature and the artistic joy with which she approached all things aesthetic.

Once a woman has forgiven a man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast

Your life will become more fulfilling once you realise what you have within yourself and your wardrobe - and then learn to use what you have.

No matter what a woman's appearance may be, it will be used to undermine what she is saying and taken to individualize - as her personal problem - observations she makes about the beauty myth in society.