Each Model I Have Represents A Type

I Participated In The Transformation Of My Era. I Did It With Clothes, Which Is Surely Less Important Than Music, Architecture, Painting But Whatever It's Worth I Did It.

I Pass For A Hypersensitive, Reclusive Neurotic, Which I May Well Be, But I Hope The Year Won't Come When My Anxieties And Fatigue Will Destroy My Love Of This Life, Of All The Things That Inspire Me--a Line Of Music, A Face In A Vermeer Portrait, A Character In An Opera, Or A Model Born In Harlem.

Anyone Who Reaches For Great Expression Has To Be Careful Of The Ridiculous.

To Be Beautiful, Woman Enough To Have A Black Sweater, Black Skirt And Walk Arm In Arm With The Man She Loves.

Seeing Cubism Paintings At The Beaubourg Makes Me Very Happy And Also Old Films.