I Don't Consider Myself A Fashion Designer.

That Kind Of Woman Who Used To Be There At The Time Is Not Here Any Longer. In 10 Years, People Disappear. But I Fantasize Still About Those Kinds Of Women, And That Kind Of Life That Doesn't Really Exist Any Longer.

I Saw This Vision With A Beautiful Plastic Bag In Kensington High Street, ... And Then You Didn't See The Face Because He Had This Blond Thing [indicating A Sweeping Fringe Across His Face] That Was, You Know, Too Much!

I Don't Even Think About The Word. But I Do Have Certain Things Where I Just Go, "aaaaahhh," Irritatingly Boring And Insistent Because I Want It To Look That Way And I Can Do It - I Don't Even Know If You'd Call It Passion Or Obsession. Obsession, Possibly, But I Really Love What I Do.

I'm Always Kind Of Contradictory To What People Want And What's Selling. But Maybe I Should Care Now Because I Have Two Or Three More Outlets. I Have To Be More Adaptable Color-wise To What People Want. It's Usually Just Black And Pink, And That's It.

I Don't Know Why My Shoes Are So Popular - I Am Always Surprised And Mystified By It.