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I Remember Walking The Dog One Day, I Saw A Car Full Of Teenage Girls, And One Of Them Rolled Down The Window And Yelled, 'marc Jacobs!' In A French Accent.

I Guess When I Look Over My Shoulder At Other Designers, I Feel Like People Are So Definitive. It's So Clear To Me What Their Aesthetic Is, What They're Projecting. And I Look At My Own Work And I Think, Who Could Ever Decipher What The Hell Is Going On?

I Like To Take On The Thing I Don't Like At The Moment. I Like To Find Something That Looks Wrong Or Feels Off, Something That I Would Never Have Done In The Past, Like Brocade. And Then All Of A Sudden, If We Can Make Brocade Work, Then We've Really Done Something, Because I Hate It. And That's Just A Reference. I Don't Actually Hate Brocade.

I Wouldn't Know How To Find Ebay On The Computer If My Life Depended On It.

Life Is A Fashion Show, The World Is Your Runway.