Versace Quotes

Honest to god, Clare, you act like the dress is more important than you being shot!” Of course it is! It’s a Versace, you idiot! Bring help! I’m going to save this dress at all costs.” - Sam to Clare

And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.

Creativity comes from a conflict of ideas

When you think of stylish fashion designers, you probably think of Tom Ford, Donatella Versace, Giorgio Armani, and BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm. Wait, what? You don't think about the first three?

I don't even know what my natural color is. Natural? What is natural? What is that? I do not believe in totally natural for women. For me, natural has something to do with vegetables

But I want to assure you, if it’s your last day on earth, even after 2,000 years, I strongly suggest you go for the Versace leaf halter dress.

She looks like a librarian with some money and good taste in clothes, but underneath the Versace, she's Godzilla with tits.

Feminism is dead in the world. It comes from another time. I'm a feminist. I want to fight, but I don't see many people with this desire to fight for something. Women don't help each other, especially in fashion.

A few years ago I started an online flirtation with a high school flame, Andy. Things got weird and I called it off and two months later...Versace was dead...dead.

Linda doesn’t like to give out her cell number to “non-industry people,” like the office workers at my high school, because she thinks she’s Donatella Versace.

Except that in yoga pants or a two-thousand-dollar Versace skirt, I’m Avery James. I was born and bred and goddamn raised to demand attention. I may not have deserved any of that privilege, but I don’t deserve his scorn. “Can you at least look at me after I sucked your dick?” That gets his attention.

That is the key of this collection, being yourself. Don't be into trends. Don't make fashion own you, but you decide what you are, what you want to express by the way you dress and the way to live.

Medusa prays upon this much-worshipped prismic effect: of ineluctable identity, yet plurality of self. Originally apotropaic, her image has come to symbolize everything from Nietzschean nihilism to feminist rage, and adorn objects from Archaic terracotta vases to the logo of the fashion house Versace, the section label neatly summarized. She has, perhaps, become the ultimate symbol of metamorphosis itself: a symbol able to metamorphose into whatever you want her to symbolize.

So now I was a beauty editor. In some ways, I looked the part of Condé Nast hotshot—or at least I tried to. I wore fab Dior slap bracelets and yellow plastic Marni dresses, and I carried a three-thousand-dollar black patent leather Lanvin tote that Jean had plunked down on my desk one afternoon. (“This is . . . too shiny for me,” she’d explained.) My highlights were by Marie Robinson at Sally Hershberger Salon in the Meatpacking District; I had a chic lavender pedicure—Versace Heat Nail Lacquer V2008—and I smelled obscure and expensive, like Susanne Lang Midnight Orchid and Colette Black Musk Oil. But look closer. I was five-four and ninety-seven pounds. The aforementioned Lanvin tote was full of orange plastic bottles from Rite Aid; if you looked at my hands digging for them, you’d see that my fingernails were dirty, and that the knuckle on my right hand was split from scraping against my front teeth. My chin was broken out from the vomiting. My self-tanner was uneven because I always applied it when I was strung out and exhausted—to conceal the exhaustion, you see—and my skin underneath the faux-glow was full-on Corpse Bride. A stylist had snipped out golf-ball-size knots that had formed at the back of my neck when I was blotto on tranquilizers for months and stopped combing my hair. My under-eye bags were big enough to send down the runway at Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week: I hadn’t slept in days. I hadn’t slept for more than a few hours at a time in months. And I hadn’t slept without pills in years. So even though I wrote articles about how to take care of yourself—your hair, your skin, your nails—I was falling apart.

Creativity comes from a conflict of ideas. —Donatella Versace

谷歌将修改移动搜索排名算法 - 新闻与分析 - FT中文网 谷歌(Google)本周将修改其搜索引擎在移动设备上对网站进行排名的方式，这一算法上的调整可能会让很多网站受到惩罚，包括微软(Microsoft)和欧盟(EU)的网站。 谷歌是全球覆盖范围最广的搜索引擎，其将从周二开始修改其搜索排名的算法，新的算法将青睐那些“移动友好”网站，同时那些未能满足标准的网站的排名将出现下滑。 搜索引擎优化专家将此次修改称为“移动友好”，他们预测，没有对此次修改做好准备的企业将受到严重影响。 具有讽刺意味的是，欧盟将成为可能被谷歌新算法惩罚的对象之一。欧盟反垄断部门本周曾指控谷歌非法利用其在在线搜索领域的主导地位。 谷歌提供的一次在线测试显示，欧盟的Europa网站“对移动不友好”。该网站文字“太小不易阅读”，链接“靠的太近”，内容宽度超过手机屏幕。 根据移动营销机构Somo的研究，在新的算法下，全球一些最大企业将受到的惩罚。包括范思哲(Versace)等时装品牌、微软Windows Phone等科技网站以及Legal and General等金融服务公司。 此次算法修改不会影响平板电脑或台式机电脑的搜索。但移动设备现在占谷歌全部搜索的一半，因此一些企业将意识到其影响。 未能对谷歌算法修改做好准备可能会付出巨大代价。去年，当谷歌推出Panda 4.0更新时，其对包括eBay在内的一些大品牌造成了财务影响，当时eBay突然丧失了很多靠前的排名。 网络分析公司Pi-Datametrics的萨姆•西弗伍德-科普(Sam Silverwood-Cope)表示：“企业必须正确应对。”不过他警告称，“在最终敲定之前，算法修改过程将持续一段时间”，因此对于一些企业而言，在花费巨资重新设计其网站之前，等等看看结果或许是明智之举。 译者/梁艳裳

Ian opens the box and moves the polystyrene strips to uncover a matryoshka. He’s astonished when he sees that it’s his face painted on it. "But...," he says. "Is it me?" He looks at Andrea, puzzled. "You’re very good." The look is from a photo of him at a party, before he knew him personally, that he found on the internet. He’s in a gray suit and has a cane, like a count from the olden days. "That's the Count," he says, and Ian looks at him and swallows. Andrea smiles. His gift holds a deep meaning that only the two of them understand. Ian opens the first doll and inside there is another. He gasps on seeing it. "That’s Dorian," says Andrea. He has painted Ian as he had looked on the night of his first event. When he wore the white Versace suit and Borsalino fedora. His hand trembling, Ian opens the doll to see the next one inside. "That's Ian," Andrea smiles, as does Ian when he sees himself portrayed with the black linen scarf and white sweater that he was wearing when they had met for the first time in Clusone. He has a serious look in the previous dolls while here he is cheerful. Ian shakes the doll a little and hears the wood rattle. He looks at Andrea, doubtful: they both know that their rapport finishes here. Andrea hasn’t discovered his innermost layer and sounderstands his perplexity. Ian seems to have to pluck up courage and then opens again. Inside there is the last, smallest doll, made from a single small piece of wood and known as the "seed". It dances in a large empty space, given that the doll above it is missing. It’s golden and doesn’t have a face. "That’s the soul," says Andrea. "One’s missing. That's why there's that little table with brushes in my room. I hope to do it soon. As soon as I can." Ian takes the little piece of wood and holds it in his fist. "Thank you, Andrea. It’s a wonderful gift," he says, tightening his jaw. "I eagerly await the last." He’s

The little black dress of her dreams. A vintage Versace she’d found at a yard sale one afternoon in Nashville after a wife unexpectedly showed up from a vacation in Saint-Tropez, found her husband’s mistress living in their home, and held an impromptu sale to get rid of the younger woman’s possessions. The kicker? She’d bought it for a nickel.

Fu il fascismo italiano a convincere molti leader liberali europei che il nuovo regime stesse attuando interessanti riforme sociali in grado di fornire un’alternativa moderatamente rivoluzionaria alla minaccia comunista. (...) Si può dire che il fascismo italiano sia stata la prima dittatura di destra che abbia dominato un paese europeo, e che tutti i movimenti analoghi abbiano trovato in seguito una sorta di archetipo comune nel regime di Mussolini. Il fascismo italiano fu il primo a creare una liturgia militare, un folklore, e persino un modo di vestire – riuscendo ad avere all’estero più successo di Armani, Benetton o Versace.

Many fashion designers, moreover, are homosexual, Versace only the most conspicuous example, and these men create a boylike fashion norm which forces women into patterns of diet and exercise which constitute a new form of oppression. [Boys will be boys]

The city looked marvelous with its dazzling skyscrapers. I felt lost within the Big Apple. The never-ending attractions were calling me. The streets were filled with people. It was like the world was touching the sky. The paths didn’t seem to stop anywhere. There were platforms of happiness and shops of dreams: Prada, Zara, Giorgio Armani, Gucci, Givenchy, Jimmy Choo, Versace, Dior, Bloomingdale, all of them. There was no lack of fun and happiness. Yet in the entire city, there was a strange silence, a cold passion. Every set of eyes seemed to be lonely. Everyone was together yet disconnected and I felt so miserable that I puked while we were passing Macy’s in the cab.

Amir is in his element. There are guys decked out in designer clothes, anything from crocodiles and polo players etched on shirts with collars to Versace, Balenciaga and D&G printed on their chests. Girls even more so. He fits right in with The Great Gatsby crowd.

It is all beginning to make sense; the gifts he gives like offerings, the golden temple of a Miami house. Oracles, orgies, lusty Greek and Roman gods, apples and pomegranates. Ceremonial robes as designed be Versace. The candles, the incense.

Kanye had been known to slap a suit, and we ain’t talking about Versace, either.