At school, I basically wear one pair of jeans and sneakers for months on end.
The school suit allows me to be an extrovert. Basically, I'm the opposite of what I am on stage.
Well, in brief, I was discovered by a lady called Beth Boldt. She had also been a model. She used to take pictures of the girls she found, and she took a picture of me one day in my school uniform, and it all kind of started from there.
Even if I had a tuxedo I wouldn't wear it to school.
In eighth grade, I wore a tie to school every day. I didn't own jeans. But it wasn't a granola thing, it was really more of an INXS thing.
I grew up in a uniform at school, and I sort of wish that I still had one and made to dress certain ways. My mother used to pick my clothes, I had hand-me-downs and things from her.
I have so many pairs of oxfords; it's ridiculous. It started because at my school you have to wear oxfords for our uniform, but after I got my first pair, I realized they were really comfortable, so they became my regular walking shoes, too.
I went to a private arts school. We had to wear cloaks.
When I was sent to public school, I was relieved that I could wear what I wanted to wear.
I remember during my middle and high school days, I would only wear eyeliner, and I had to wear it every day, even if I was just going to the store.
I still remember going to school on game day with my high school jersey on.
I wore a uniform to school, so the white-on-white or black-on-black Air Force 1 Low was the simple sneaker to wear, but it was the standard.
There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water. "What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. "Your new school uniform," she said. Harry looked in the bowl again. "Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet.
I saw Angus Young running around in a schoolboy uniform shredding on the guitar and just thought, 'That looks like a cool job.'
Where I went to school, Eton College, we had to wear dark trousers, a tailcoat, and a stiff, starched collar every day, and that was fine with me: Part of the reason I wanted to go there was because I've always loved dressing up.
I went to an all-girls school in a uniform and always got detention for wearing colorful boxer shorts under my kilt.
I love a good plaid situation. A plaid blouse or shirt paired with jeans is a no-brainer outfit - it takes me back to grade school.
I passed the 11-plus, but it was decided that I should take the Common Entrance exam to Monmouth School, the nearest independent. I was never entirely comfortable there, as they didn't have girls, and they played rugby instead of football.
At boarding school you had to wear your name across your chest and your back, and obviously I had a pretty funny name. It wasn't Brown or Smith or Hughes.
Back-to-school videos always do really well for me.
I used to come to school with my school bag hanging on one shoulder and the cricket kit on the other. It was pretty cool and I felt special.
At one school I visited, everyone had read 'Halo,' and they were all dressed up as angels - with halos!
Oh, in high school, I wore a uniform!
The first day back to school, you never want to wear your best outfit. You're setting the bar too high for yourself! Then the rest of the school year, you'll feel so much pressure! Wear something cute, but save your best outfit for a day when no one expects it.
At the age of nine, I could cross the length of Glasgow on a succession of buses, wearing regulation garter-topped stockings and compulsory cap and - if I'd done well enough to earn the honour in last week's test - with a First World War medal on a striped ribbon pinned to my brown blazer. I must have looked like a chocolate soldier.
