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There are a lot of recent pics of me rocking silk strings of beads. They're made by survivors of the sex trade in Cambodia who were rescued by one of the organizations I support.
Colorful garments - ball gowns, kimonos, evening pajamas - made from yards upon yards of iridescent silk or velvet. I own an unjustifiable number of such outfits and jump at the chance to wear them. Against the etiquette about which I am otherwise all too conscious, I frequently, and unrepentantly, overdress for the occasion.
My mother was right: When you've got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.
I have a love-hate relationship with white silk.
With a bad script and even the best cast, the most you can hope for is to turn a sow's ear into a silk purse.
I just like doing silly girly things. If I wrap a gift, I like to use specials ribbon and hot glue, silk flowers and things.
For me, each day begins and ends with wanting to learn a little more about the secrets of spider silk.
Elegance is always in style for men. There are all different kinds of elegance. It can be silk, it can be a T-shirt.
I have a lot of Breton striped top and silk shirts that always feel good. I also like things with a masculine edge and dislike anything too girly.
It's like the spiders are sharing an ancient secret with me, and that's why I'm going to spend the rest of my life studying spider silk.