I love wearing a well tailored suit.
Strutting in my sartorial repute.

For casual wear, I'm obsessed with Onassis in Soho. Hip-preppy and well priced.

I'm just happy we don't have to wear suits on the plane. I only have one suit, but I didn't want to have to break it out.

My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.

Men are attached to two types of women : those who wear well and those who wear little.

I am daily learning
To be the reluctant guardian of your memories
There was light in those eyes; I miss that