“I'd love to be in the '70s. I'd love to have a big, long wig parted down the middle with flat-ironed hair and bell-bottoms. They're actually very flattering for my figure. The wider the leg, the better for a person with a booty.” PersonsLongBigsMiddleFiguresHairBottomLegsFlatsBellsFlatteringWigsBooty Author:Sarah Paulson
“In retrospect, it's ridiculous that anyone saw me as a fashion icon, since all I was trying to do was to dumb down my middle-class look by messing with my hair. Throughout the eighties I was invariably half-sure and half-confident about whatever it was I wore…Still, I've always believed—still do—that the radical is far more interesting when it looks benign and ordinary on the outside.” TryingLooksStillsInterestingHalfClassSawsMiddleFashionHairOrdinaryRidiculousRadicalDumbMiddle ClassEightyAlways BelieveIconsRetrospectBenignFashion Icon Book:Girl in a Band Source: Girl in a Band
“I am a middle-aged opera queen in loafers that makes out I am a 16 year old death metal skater... It's all fake! My hair is fake, my body is fake and my teeth are kind of fake” YearsKindBodyMiddleHairTeethQueensFakeMetalsOperaMiddle AgedMake OutSkaterLoafersDeath Metal Author:Rick Owens
“We were a really crazy band. This was in '73. I had my hair real short with a white stripe down the middle of my head. The guitarists had pink hair. We weren't playing CBGB's either, we were playing Statesborough, Georgia, for cowboys on penny beer night. We used to keep crowbars onstage when fights would break out. Those were really wild times.” RealUsedNightFightingWhiteBreakCrazyMiddleHairBandBeerCowboyPenniesGeorgiaGuitaristBreak OutStripesWhite StripesPink HairCbgb Author:Rex Smith
“I like the idea of being a novelist. I picture myself on the coast, the wind in my hair, horses galloping around me as I sit at my typewriter in the middle of a field.” IdeasMiddleFieldsWindHairHorseNovelistsCoastTypewritersGalloping Author:Sara Cox
“There are a lot of people walking around with long hair now and some trendy middle class kids in pretty clothes. But nothing changed except that we all dressed up a bit, leaving the same bastards running everything.” PeopleLongRunningKidsBitsClassMiddleChangedHairWalkingClothesLeavingMiddle ClassDressed UpLong HairTrendy Author:John Lennon
“Darwin found out that when you took horses up to the high country in the Middle East, they would then grow long hair after a season or two. But when you took them - these long-haired horses - back into the low, hot country, they wouldn't get rid of the long hair, just in case, for about four generations.” LongTwoCountryFoundGrowsCasesFourGenerationsMiddleHairLowsSeasonsHorseHotEastMiddle EastLong HairFour Generations Author:L. Ron Hubbard
“When Britney shaves off all her hair and beats paparazzi with umbrellas - that's what celebrities are supposed to do. They're not supposed to be reasonable, middle-aged guys drinking organic tea talking about semiotics.” GuyTalkingMiddleHairBeatsDrinkingSupposed To BeTeaReasonableUmbrellaMiddle AgedPaparazziSemiotics Author:Moby
“I have never, not once, gone on television and not received some email or tweet or comment about my hair. Without fail. Isn't that absurd? All it does is make me want to shape my bangs into a sort of middle finger-like sculpture.” WantDoeGoneFailingMiddleTelevisionHairShapesFingersAbsurdCommentEmailSculptureBangsTweetMiddle Finger Author:Sally Kohn
“It's funny to see my friends going through that middle-age thing about losing their hair. I went through it in college. They all say, "Oh my God, I'm getting old. I'm never getting laid again." Shut up. Yes, you are.” AgeMiddleCollegeHairLosingMy FriendsShut UpGetting OldMiddle AgesGetting Laid Author:Kenny Chesney
“He slouched back in his seat, looking tired, and leaned his face on his shoulder to look at me while he played with my hair. He started to hum a song, and then, after a few bars, he sang it. Quietly, sort of half-sung, half-spoken, incredibly gentle. I didn’t catch all the words, but it was about his summer girl. Me. Maybe his forever girl. His yellow eyes were half-lidded as he sang, and in that golden moment, hanging taut in the middle of an icecovered landscape like a single bubble of summer nectar, I could see how my life could be stretched out in front of me.” LooksMomentsEyeFacesSongGirlHalfForeverMiddleFrontsHairSummerTiredBarsShouldersGoldenLandscapeGentleSeatsYellowBubblesLook At MeNectarGolden Moments Book:Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner) Source: Shiver Series (Shiver, Linger, Forever, Sinner)
“It was Buckley, as my father and sister joined the group and listened to Grandma Lynn’s countless toasts, who saw me. He saw me standing under the rustic colonial clock and stared. He was drinking champagne. There were strings coming out from all around me, reaching out, waving in the air. Someone passed him a brownie. He held it in his hand but did not eat. He saw my shape and face, which had not changed-the hair still parted down the middle, the chest still flat and hips undeveloped-and wanted to call out my name. It was only a moment, and then I was gone.” StillsMomentsHandsWantedFacesFatherNamesGoneSawsGroupsAirMiddleChangedHairShapesStandingDrinkingHipsClockReachingFlatsStringsChestsComing OutReach OutGrandmaChampagneToastsBrowniesRusticDrinking Champagne Author:Alice Sebold