She was barefoot, with nothing but a white slip hanging off her thin shoulders, flowing shapelessly down her form to her white thighs. |
Soaked clothes hung shapelessly on our frames, and drenched locks of hair clung to our foreheads and faces. |
By John Updike The New Yorker, July 21, 1975P. 24 Sapers lived rather shapelessly in a city that shall be nameless. |
Images from the recognizable but dilapidated town center showed shapelessly dressed people in scenes I could swear were late 19th-century. |