Simple. Pared down. Timeless. The ties were never too thick or too thin; the pants were never too flared or too skinny. In my life with Dad, he wore Western apparel because we went riding – jeans, cowboy boots, the turquoise belt buckle. But it was all very simple, and that classic look is very ‘Ralph Lauren.’
I am happy that I ran the half-marathon, but to me, just running and saying that I finished a race isn’t enough for me. I want to run the race as best as I can. Working out for pants size isn’t enough. I need a goal or a race to get back on the treadmill every day.
That’s the awful thing about dating. Tight underwear. We would all like to be in a big bra and pants and when you are in a secure relationship you can do that.
I really like crop tops. I like how you can dress them up or down, with jeans or a skirt and heels. I like to be showy and cute. I don’t want to be in just a jacket and pants and boots.
I don’t see why clothes have to be women’s or men’s. It seems pretty limiting. I buy women’s pants, women’s shoes – everything, really.
I’ve tried several diets over the past couple of years – not because I need to lose weight, but because my pants are trying to cut me in two.
On my first album I was wearing a lot of guys pants, baggy clothes and stuff like that. I was 17 and I was a little tomboy. And you would never see me wearing a dress or heels on my first record.
My closet is organized by tops, pants, and outerwear, but not a lot of dresses. Gowns are in another room because I don’t often dress formally, even though I design gowns. Like most designers, I have a uniform, and mine is a legging.
I am loving visible bras with shirts, high-waisted pants and oversize blazers.
As I’m starting to grow up, and things are happening, I’m going to have to take off my pants, and I want to have on some attractive underwear. When it says Versace on your underwear, people will say, ‘Man, he’s fresh to his undies.’
I almost always wear a jacket, but I like different jackets. I also like funny pants.
For a while, I could only wear sweat pants because I was that intermediate size that you’re not a small, you’re not a large.
I know what it’s like to be famous. It’s good money and it’s great fun. A real kick in the pants. People wave at you and smile at you. You get great tables in restaurants. They send you gifts – beautiful clothes and cars.
While the liberal media elite depict the bowler as a chubby guy with a comb-over and polyester pants, the reality is that bowling is one of the most tech-heavy sports today. Robotic pinsetters and computerized scoring were just the beginning.
I’m a pants girl. I just feel more comfortable in them.
My dad wouldn’t buy me tight pants. I had to get my own money to buy them.
No, I’m happy doing this. Five sweaters and a pair of dirty pants, you can make pretty good money.
I don’t plot with huge detail, just big moments and important elements, and then I have a structure but can fly by the seat of my pants when I write.
There’s a perspective that I’ve gained as an astronaut that I didn’t get from my science activities. In my science activities, I learned by the seat of my pants. Spending 17 years as an astronaut, I learned the NASA formalism of systems engineering as if my life depended on it. Literally.
I don’t drive by the seat of my pants and happen to win races. I work very hard to interpret the data and drive a certain way. My engineers have confidence in me, and more often than not, when I tell them what I need or what I am feeling with the car, it’s right.
Just because it’s summertime doesn’t mean you can’t wear long pants and blazers – just make sure they’re breathable.
I fly from the seat of my pants, basically.
I love flying by the seat of my pants, going at something instinctually.
The distinction is large in my mind. The gay police captain is eventually going to be wearing hot pants and singing ‘YMCA.’ The police captain who happens to be gay is going to be a huge collection of personality characteristics and motivations.
I like comfortable clothes, so I get most of my pants and shirts made.
Somebody described it to me the best as when you go in to write a song with two people that you’ve never met, you’re pretty much going in and taking off your pants in front of strangers, so it’s a really weird feeling.
When I was a teenager, you couldn’t get straight pants. Then in ’76, when punk started to hit, it was a revelation that you could find straight pants again.
I went through a big Jim Morrison phase where I grew my hair and wore those black leather pants. I even tried to get the boots, the chains, and I was full into getting that Jim Morrison vibe… but I didn’t go overboard or try the mascara.
As early as five I’d stick my leg out in a rock stance for family pictures. I was obsessed with Mick Jagger. I’d stand in front of the mirror and copy him, and I’d put a sock down my pants so I had a nice bulge. I didn’t know what that was. I just thought it was part of the uniform.
You really have to act your pants off to stay alive. I thrive on that; I rise to the occasion of the circumstances.
I’m known for wearing tweed jackets, khaki pants and suede shoes. I’ve only worn a suit in parliament under duress, when I was on the front bench.
If you go to a party populated by the NPR crowd and you start talking about JonBenet Ramsey, people will look at you as if you had forgotten your pants.
When I was a kid, I used to sneak down the stairs when my folks were listening to ‘The Witch’s Tale’ and ‘Inner Sanctum’ on the radio. I went to see ‘Frankenstein’ in the movie theater and got the pants scared off of me.
If I’ve still got my pants on in the second scene, I think they’ve sent me the wrong script.
The fashion industry isn’t merely content to encase my meaty flanks in skintight denim. Oh, no! That denim also has to be white, a color that attracts ketchup, wine, garlic aioli, and any other foodstuffs I might otherwise be able to enjoy if I wasn’t wearing ridiculously tight pants.
I always wear the same thing at home. I can’t be bothered with jewelry. My pants have elastic waists. I like to be comfortable. There are so many more important things to worry about.
I don’t like wearing leggings as pants!
A child learns to discard his ideals, whereas a grown-up never wears out his short pants.
I love a guy in a suit – someone who puts on his nice Armani pants.
What I wear – my pants, my shirt, my shoes, everything – has a lot to do with me being stoked on the way it looks when I’m looking down at my board, because obviously when you’re skating you’re looking at your feet the whole time.
In every decade rock and roll starts to get very serious and navel gazing and kind of self serious and every once and a while it kind of needs a kick in the pants.
I hate long pants.
If I don’t write down a thought – or an image or a line of poetry – the instant it comes to mind, it vanishes, which explains why I have pens and notebooks in my pants and coat pockets, the car, the bicycle basket, on one or two desks in every room including bathrooms and the kitchen.
In some ways, being No. 2 in the ratings is a real shot in the arm, a kick in the pants.
I never go sexy. I’m more into a well-made pair of pants and a good shoe.
I might wear skinny pants one day; I might wear thrift shop pants the next day.
When you get to be a certain age, you want to wear your tops a little longer or pants that are more generous in the back area.
At home, a T-shirt and something loose like harem pants would do. If I’m stepping out, a pair of blue jeans and a white tee are just fine.
I am a strong woman with or without this other person, with or without this job, and with or without these tight pants.
My worst fashion failure was when I wore tight PVC pants, and I had a show in Eugene, Oregon… my pants split down the center.
A microphone pack once fell down my knickers and nearly pulled my pants down.
I do think that you can dress yourself out of a problem. The way that a haircut and a new pair of pants can make you feel is better than any therapist, because when you look in the mirror, you see a different person – you are a different person. It’s superficial change that can lead to real change.
I’ve always wanted to live in the ’60s and ’70s and wear wide pants, knee high boots, and oversized denim jackets.
I don’t think I ever wore pants on ‘Reno 911!’ and I was on it about five times.
Most of the places I came from, you gotta do a lot of gunslinging or coaching by the seat of your pants.
I used to not wear shorts in the summer time. I just wanted to hide it and wear long pants. Then after the Paralympics, I saw how the other athletes handled missing an arm or a leg and they didn’t care. That was what I needed to see.
My father, Larry McKelvey, he was the man in Moncks Corner. He ran illegal nightclubs where everyone went, ran around in red leather pants, claimed he partied with Rick James. If you needed anything in Moncks Corner, you saw Larry McKelvey.
When you take a job, you don’t just accept the pats on the back. You have to accept the kicks in the pants.
I met this homeless man who had never owned a shirt in his life. He had taken his pants and worn them as a shirt and I thought it was so creative. He was liberated from the conventions of fashion.
