Fashions Fade, Style Is Eternal.

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.

A Good Model Can Advance Fashion By Ten Years.

I Love Black Because It Affirms, Designs And Styles. A Woman In A Black Dress Is A Pencil Stroke.

Fashions Pass Quickly, And Nothing Is More Pathetic Than Those Puppets Of Fashion Outrageously Made Up One Day, Pale The Next, Pleated Or Ironed Stiff, Libertine Or Ascetic. Playing With Fashion Is An Art. The First Rule Is Don't Burn Your Wings.

There Are Women Who Have Completely Transformed My View Of Fashion.