Quote by Vivienne Westwood

Everybody looks like clones and the only people you notice are my age. I don't notice anybody unless they look great, and every now and again they do, and they are usually 70.

Everybody looks like clones and the only people you notice a

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This quote reflects the speaker's observation that in a crowd of people, most individuals tend to blend in and appear similar or indistinguishable from one another. However, the speaker expresses a particular focus on individuals who are their age, implying that they catch their attention more. Additionally, the speaker mentions that they only notice people who look great, and surprisingly, this tends to be those who are around 70 years old, suggesting that they appreciate and admire the unique attributes or qualities that these individuals possess.

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