Fashion Is Ephemeral, Dangerous And Unfair.

I See Things In The Middle Of The Night. I Draw Them On Paper And I Don't Even Think About It. I'm Like A Machine In A Way - Just Made Of Some Electronic Stuff. Vaguely Digital.

I Can Hardly Eat Meat Because It Has To Look Like Something What It Was Not When It Was Alive.

Normal People Think I'm Insane.

The Way I Talk Is Bizarre.

Like Poetry, Fashion Does Not State Anything. It Merely Suggests.