Best 12 quotes in «gucci quotes» category

I don't wear heels. I'm all about flats from Chanel and wedges. I love my Gucci wedge boots.

Whoever told you life is gucci lied, sometimes life is Louis Vuitton.

Gucci Mane is trap rap's Frank Sinatra.

Whoever disclosed to you that life is always Gucci lied, once in a while life is Louis Vuitton

Everything comes back around. You never thought Louis Vuitton and Gucci and all that other stuff would come back. You know what I mean? And now it's one of the highest brands there is out. Everything just comes right back into circulation. Baggy jeans might come back out again. Might be a while, but they might.

I have a really great show jacket from Lavalliere thats really well made, and I have a great pair of Gucci jodhpurs, which is hilarious.

I spend more time with Gucci [Mane] or Birdman than 300, but all this is just family. Who cares [about] contracts?

But apart from that single expensive item, she stayed away from the high-dollar racks. Luxury was all well and good for a Fae prince, but what would she do with a pair of six-hundred-dollar Gucci boots? She'd be afraid to walk in them. Probably trip and break an ankle or something, and wasn't there some old fairy tale about stolen shoes that punished the thief? She knew better than most people that fairy tales had a twisted way of coming true. She slipped into jeans and laced up tennis shoes. A sturdy pair of hiking boots went into the satchel. She was done before he was. Figured. And when he returned, he was wearing dark, tattooed Armani jeans, with a sheer white silk tee and six-hundred dollar Gucci boots. Which also figured.

There's something therapeutic about nudity ... Take away the Gucci or Levi's and we're all the same.

WHETHER YOU'VE GOT $20 TO SPEND IN TOPSHOP OR $2.000 TO SPEND AT GUCCI, LOOKING GOOD ISN'T ABOUT MONEY. IT’S ABOUT STYLE, AND STYLE NEVER GOES OUT OF FASHION

I turned my attention to three dresses that were definitely not made for dining. They were going-out things, dancing looks. One was a swingy black dress made of a wet suit-like material, with a high neck and stiff A-line skirt. Alexander McQueen. Another was a red Gucci with little loops of textured fringe. It should have looked Elmo-like, but the sophisticated shape overrode the thought. I twisted the dress on the hanger, and the skirt rose and fell like the swelling of the ocean. The last dress was surprisingly heavy even though it was the shortest, narrowest, lowest-cut garment in that day's shipment. The tag said Hervé Léger and the dress was ribbed like a mummy, a very tight, shiny, green-and-gold mummy.

GUCCI. Label me down with these codes that are commercialed in uniform. Military stripes, commander in chief, veteran in the word play, call it a beast. In plain sight hidden from the mass, where's Waldo? This arsenal I call 'Mind' is highly explosive cargo, a word flow, it's one in a million like solo.