Peasantwear

Lanz (Kärntnerstrasse 10 in Vienna, Schwarzstrasse 4 in Salzburg, and Wilhelm Greilstrasse in Innsbruck) is internationally known for its sportswear and peasantwear—probably the most famous establishment of its kind in Europe.

Since I was looking for literary prophecies—that I’d write a best-seller or at least find an agent—and because my tea-leaf reader wore, in a room full of gauzy peasantwear, a knock-off Chanel suit, I moved on to another booth.

Also on hand [in The Pride and the Passion] are Cary Grant as a captain from the British Royal Navy who wants the cannon for the English when Miguel’s gang is through with it; and Sophia Loren as a hot-blooded wench whose main function in terms of plot is to cause jealous friction between her two male costars, but whose bottom-line purpose was to lure male moviegoers into theaters with her low-cut peasantwear.

He takes a successful stab at anything futuristic: from cellophane-wrapped neon punks and abstract oriental peasantwear, to poetic stark white.

The earthy tones of peasantwear were flattering to his skin tones, but poorly dyed wool doesn’t say “on a royal mission” like the flashy colors and silky fabrics of nobility do.

Her breasts were more subdued than in the get-up she’d worn on Friday, but it was still rather flattering peasantwear.

This [Burebista Vanatoresc] is a touristy, traditional grill restaurant, where the staff don 19th-century peasantwear and everything feels kind of forced.