I Love Bows, … And I Feel

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.

We Must Never Confuse Elegance With Snobbery.

I Like To Watch The Way A Model Moves In My Clothes, The Way She Gives Them Life, Or If They Are Wrong, Stillborn, The Way Her Life Rejects Them.

A Designer Who Is Not Also A Couturier, Who Hasn't Learned The Most Refined Mysteries Of Physically Creating His Models, Is Like A Sculptor Who Gives His Drawings To Another Man, An Artisan, To Accomplish.

I Don't At All Search For An Ideal Woman, But Several Ideal Women.