I Envy The People Who Go To

I Think Something Happens With Age. And I Find This Really A Lot In What I Read From Certain Art Critics: For People Who Are All About Change-people Who Are Supposed To Be Intellectually And Culturally Drawn To The Idea Of Change And How The Voice Of A Creative Person Affects The World On A Bigger Scale Than Just The Canvas-i Would Expect A Person In That Position To Have That Open Mind. It's Only A Sign Of Age That They Become So Locked In Their Own Rules That They Forget That This Is What It's All About.

But I'm Blessed To Work With Great People. I Collaborate With Brilliant Stylists Both Here And In Paris. I Work With A Great Design Team. I Really Allow Everyone To Bring Their Ideas. I Almost Rely On Them To Inspire Me.

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?

To Me, Beauty And Makeup And Color Is Like The Finishing Touch On Everything.

I Never Cared About Buying Things For Myself, Like Clothes. And Then All Of A Sudden I Realized How Great It Is To Be Very Precise About The Shirts That I Wear And All The Things That Are A Part Of My Closet. So The Ritual Of Fashion And Shopping Became Very Personal To Me.