The Mask
There was a masquerade ball at the Elysée-Montmartre that evening. It was the ‘Mi-Carême,’ and the crowds were pouring into...
Fiction
Lost on Dress Parade
Up Broadway Chandler moved with the vespertine dress parade. For this evening he was an exhibit as well as a...
Woman’s Dress
Why should clogs be despised? Much art has been expended on clogs. They have been made of lovely woods, and...
Rhapsody in Blue
Crumpled all together in a basket, waiting to be picked up, the commonly blue greeting sits by the entrance of...
The Old Clothes Man
Have you any clothes to sell? The years make a stain you can’t conceal, Your fabric’s eaten, you discard That...
The Overcoat
Petrovich worked at the cloak two whole weeks, for there was a great deal of quilting: otherwise it would have...
The Coat
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat;
Three-Piece
"I'll make you one," he said, "and balance it Perfectly on you." And I could almost feel The plumb line...
Sartor Resartus
The Hat still carries the physiognomy of its Head: but the vanity and the stupidity, and goose-speech which was the...
The Diary of Anaïs Nin
To escape depression sometimes, I walk through the city, I walk until I am exhausted. I call it 'La fête...
The Grapes of Wrath
The man's clothes were new – all of them, cheap and new. His gray cap was so new that the...
The Philosophy of Andy Warhol (From A to B and Back Again)
Buying is much more American than thinking and I'm as American as they come. In Europe and the Orient people...