Before I Had Kids, I Was Out

I Remember Being Mad About Having Pink And Red Shoes. I Gew Up Envying Other Girls' Pink And Red Shoes.

If I Have Done Anything, It Is To Make Ugly Appealing. In Fact, Most Of My Work Is Concerned With Destroying—or At Least Deconstructing—conventional Ideas Of Beauty, Of The Generic Appeal Of The Beautiful, Glamorous, Bourgeois Woman. Fashion Fosters Clichés Of Beauty, But I Want To Tear Them Apart.

One's Life And Passion May Be Elsewhere, But New York Is Where You Prove If What You Think In Theory Makes Sense In Life.

I'm Not Interested In How People Dress. Of Course, I Recognize If Somebody's Elegant. But Fashion Doesn't Interest Me.

When I Talk With People, I Don't Even See What They Are Wearing . . . No, I Recognize It If It's Something Particularly Nice And Interesting. I See The Exception.