‘Madden’ is all about speed, and the Falcons have it on both sides of the ball. I love playing sports games. I played my PlayStation so much, I pretty much wore it out.
I wore a padded bra every single day and night from the age of 14 until I was 31. Giving up padding was my New Year’s resolution. I had known for ages that wearing a stuffed bra was a form of hiding my real body.
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.
I guess people would describe me as the character I portrayed in NXT when I threw glitter and wore tutus and was very bubbly, because that’s what I love.
Most guys in high school wore clothes seen only by their classmates. I wore clothes seen by the world.
I never wore a pink T-shirt before. Blue is my favourite colour and gives me good energy. I like doing my blues with different colours.
I enjoyed playing for the national team, the French national team, because I think France gave me a lot and gave my family a lot, so to wear the French national team shirt was really good, and I wore it with pride.
I won 34 Tour stages by winning sprints, in the mountains, in time trials and going on the attack on the descents. Let’s not forget the five yellow jerseys I’ve got at home plus the 96 days I wore it. Does that not seem much?
I have always played the game in the right spirit and always wore my heart on my sleeve.
My dad had a ‘fro, and I didn’t. So I wore his hat and it always hit me in the face, so I just turned it around and it just stuck. It wasn’t like I was trying to be a tough guy or change the way that baseball is played. It was just that my dad wore a size 7 1/2, and I had a 6 1/4. It was just too big.
When I played Ivanhoe, kids used to come along and kick me because they thought I wore armour under my clothes. When I was Maverick, I was accepted as a cowboy. And in ‘The Persuaders,’ I became Lord Brett Sinclair. In other words, I am what I am for as long as I am.
The first time I ever wore a shoe was in 1955 during the trials for the Melbourne Olympics.
I saw Styx in sixth grade. I loved Tommy Shaw. I got sneakers like him – he wore these tan Nikes.
I hated my big hair. I always wore it straight.
Mainly it’s the parents who remember me. But the kids today, what they do is go and Google you. A lot of them turn up and they know everything about me. They say: ‘You scored 346 goals’ or ‘You wore the No9 shirt for Liverpool.’
I always kept a diary – not a diary like, ‘Dear Diary, we got up at 5 A.M., and I wore the weird hair again and that white dress! Hi-yeee!’ I’d just write.
I love reading people. I really enjoy watching, observing, and being able to figure out a person, the reason they wore that dress, the reason they smell the way they do.
I have always liked my body. Believe me, when I was bigger, I wore whatever.
My dad’s pretty funny. He’s funny for all of the wrong reasons. The first time I did standup at Edinburgh he sat in the front row and wore sunglasses because he didn’t want to put me off.
One woman told me that every time she wears Lanvin, men fall in love with her. Another told me she wore Lanvin to face her husband’s lawyer because she felt protected. If I can make men fall in love with women and if I can protect women, I think I can die peacefully.
A lot of people look back ten years ago and go, ‘Why was I wearing that?’ I look back a year ago and say the same thing. The craziest outfit I ever wore was this white suit that I wore to an awards show in L.A. that I teamed with yellow shoes. It was interesting. It popped.
I’m a very patriotic England fan, actually. I always wore my heart on my sleeve.
After student years of flat-sharing and living with other people’s taste, I went into decorating overdrive when I acquired my first apartment – its floor plan not much bigger than the vintage Hermes scarves I then wore side-knotted on my head, pirate-style.
My favourite outfit is a giant bunny suit. I wore it in a music video for ‘Are You One?’ by the Chanteuse & the Crippled Claw and got to keep it.
When I was 12, my feet were so small, I wore my sisters’ glitter shoes. My dad would whoop me: ‘You’re not going to school now, you’ll embarrass us!’
I once wore a maroon leather dress with sleeves, which looked fabulous in real life but didn’t look great on TV. It was shiny, and it looked like something Pinky Tuscadero would wear.
When I first started, I wore Ceil Chapman gowns. I’ve been wondering for years what happened to the Ceil Chapman line of clothing.
I wanted to – any chance I had to dress up as a boy, like Halloween, I would be a pirate or a ghost that wore a tie. A hobo.
My wedding was at home, so I didn’t really want to wear a veil in my house. Instead I wore a lot of diamond hair clips. They were brooches, actually, designed by Lorraine Schwartz.
One of my biggest gifts ever, my mother made a Yankee uniform for me as a little boy, and I wore it to bed dreaming I could pitch in the major leagues and then be a Yankee.
Up until about 12 years ago we never, ever, wore flak jacket or helmets but now the nastiness has got worse.
Obviously, I wore a lot of crazy things on stage. That’s just how it goes.
At Sarah Lawrence, I realized that everybody was already what they were going to be. The painters were painting, the writers writing, the dancers dancing. And nobody wore any makeup. The art was uppermost.
I’ve always seen My Chemical Romance as the band that would have represented who me and my friends were in high school, and the band that we didn’t have to represent us – the kids that wore black – back then.
I was able to attend a doggie wedding where the bride wore a custom made gown of taffeta and satin – the quality of the dress was nicer than a lot of the human weddings I’ve been to.
I keep my house tidy, because then I can think clearly. I feel the same about myself. Presenting yourself well is a working-class thing – my dad was a printer, but he wore a tie most days. The ungroomed look belongs more to the middle classes.
I always thought what you wore underneath was as important as what you wear on top.
When I was 15, I wore combat boots with a fluorescent Columbia ski jacket. I was trying to find myself.
I can tell you that, you know, when I went to my first movie premiere, it was my own movie, and I wore the best jeans I had and my favorite top. You know, I made sure my hair had some wave in it because I braided it the night before myself.
I’lI say this: I recall entering Congress in 1971 and being called a ‘feminist’ by members of my own party as if it was a dirty word. They didn’t realize that I wore that label as a badge of honor.
With ‘Brick’ there was the Dashiell Hammett influence, and with ‘Brothers Bloom’ there was a really strong Fellini influence – both those movies wore that on their sleeve.
I just played one of the bad guys in Hercules 3D, and I had cornrows. People moved away from me in elevators, that’s for sure. I wore them for about three months. After a while, they get a little gnarly, and you have to redo them.
I wore a Santa hat for a whole year in high school.
I was Lady Gaga way before her time. I had a wee kettle for a handbag. Didn’t everyone, at some point? One of the teachers used to call me Dame Flora Robson because I had this big, long Victorian skirt. And I wore a Peruvian hat. It was the 1980s – people were wearing lots of lace.
Back 12 years ago, when Dr. Mathews was president here, we had a plan that when I got ready to quit, we’d bring a certain guy in and he’d take over that day and I’d leave. But as time wore on, I realized that wouldn’t have been good at all.
I didn’t have a brown-skinned superhero growing up who wore cornrows and who reflected the inner city where I come from in Philadelphia.
When I was fourteen, I was one of those kids who wore all black because it matched everything. Seriously.
My hair is naturally curly, and in the 80’s, even though I experimented with different lengths, I generally wore it curly. Since then, I’ve learned how to use a blow dryer and flat iron.
When we first played Max’s, people thought Cindy and I were drag queens – we wore these gigantic wigs that sort of his our faces.
I had an awful lot to say in what I wore as Romana.
Like most people, I have painful memories of trying to fit in as a child. I wore, said, and did pretty much what everyone else did.
I’m an only child. Mostly raised by my father outside of Saratoga, doing martial arts and snowmobiling. I wore sweaters, jeans and sneakers. I was more interested in four-wheeling in the Catskills than doing my hair and makeup at 7 A.M. before school.
At Berkeley, you wore a hoodie and pajamas and Birkenstocks, and that’s swag. I was so thrown off. What I thought was cool wasn’t cool no more, so I thought about what I actually liked. I started experimenting. I started wearing Birkenstocks. I wanted to dive into the culture.
I wore some stupid brocade dress to my prom.
I think the kids in school that laughed at the clothes that we wore and the house that we lived in, and then my mother had to cut hair… I think that was a good motivator. Every time they laughed at me, they just built a fire, and there was only one way to put it out – to try and show ’em I was as good as they were.
Before we were Migos, we were called Polo Club and wore them thangs. It was cool back then, but now it’s whack.
