I hate pretty. Itβs a very empty word. It gives a bad name to beauty.
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I do not have one theme for each season, I just try to make beautiful clothes all year round.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Creativity should not be confined to specific themes; beauty can be expressed at any time.
In this quote, Oscar De La Renta emphasizes that artistic expression, particularly in fashion, is not limited to seasonal trends or themes. Instead, he advocates for a continuous pursuit of beauty and creativity throughout the year, suggesting that true artistry is timeless and can be manifested at any moment.
Themes
CreativityBeautyFashionArtTimeless
In practice
Example use cases
During a fashion show, to illustrate the idea of continuous creativity.
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