Back in the day, I would wear up to 45 pounds of gold. It would take me four hours to get dressed!
I do dance music, and I can be pretty camp myself from time to time.
Everything has its own kind of theatricality and its own drama.
I don't think I will ever get tired of wearing pink.
Flamboyance causes people to notice you—particularly press people.
You see, the problem with me is I'm so good even my friends think I'm doing something wrong. Flair and flamboyance is not illegal. It may be detestable, it may be offensive, but it's not illegal.
I did absolutely grow up in a world surrounded by people who were always performing and being flamboyant.
Glam rock always has a story to tell and has that powerful voice with a little hint of libretto.
She's pink right down to her underwear.
I love the flamboyance, the melodrama, the bloody theatre of Russian history.
I don't do grey. I like my colour, my style.
I've been a little bit Las Vegas and casino-obsessed. So, I love some trashy glamour... and I think nothing's trashier or more glamorous than a bit of a sheer number!
British men are peacocks. You see a lot more style on the streets here than you see anywhere else, on every level.
I do like my rock stars to be a little larger than life. I don't mind the earnest ones at all, but I do like a bit of individuality.
I think performers are all show-offs anyway, especially musicians. Unless you show off, you're not going to get noticed.
Yes, well, you are quite camp, so I guess that he could see the point of you.
I'm Liberace without a piano.
Pink is my favourite colour. I used to say my favourite colour was black to be cool, but it is pink - all shades of pink. If I have an accessory, it is probably pink.
She is a peacock in everything but beauty.
Hey, Effie, watch this!" says Peeta. He tosses his fork over his shoulder and literally licks his plate clean whit his tongue making loud, satisfied sounds. Then he blows a kiss out to her in general and calls, "We miss you, Effie!
Karen is like RuPaul - she's a character. It never occurred to me until now, but she is!
... the gustiest and gloriest, loudest and lustiest, the deadliest and damndest orator ever heard on this or any other earth ..., the champion boob-bumper of all epoches.
Referring to demagogue Gerald L. K. Smith:
I come from a place that likes grandeur; it likes large gestures. It is not inhibited by flourish. It is a rhetorical society. It is a society of physical performance. It is a society of style.
I'm a bit of a P. T. Barnum. I make stars out of everyone.
I don't mind being a bit of a showman.
