When Fashion hath once established, what folly or craft began, custom makes it sacred, and it will be thought impudence, or madness, to contradict or question it.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
Obviously the connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are those that you wear as soldiers.
It is an interesting question how far men would retain their relative rank if they were divested of their clothes.
Fashions, after all, are only induced epidemics.
Fashion may renew itself every six months, but one thing remains the same: bouncers always wear black.
Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.
Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.