I Love New York. But The Energy

The Joy Of Dressing Is An Art.

I've Treated The Waistcoat As If It Were A Corset, So That It Becomes The First Layer In The Process Of Putting Clothes On The Body. There Is Constant Motion Between Layering And Revealing.

Everything Looks Better In The Morning.

In The Early Days I Was Incredibly Creative And Productive - I Loved The Research Trips, I Loved The Creation And Finding Technical Solutions To Creative Challenges. I Didn't Need Alcohol And The Pills For That. What Changed Was, I Was Afraid To Say No - That Little Word, N.o. Because I Thought It Showed Weakness. And With More And More Success I Would Just Say Yes. And Keep On Taking More Work On - Which Took Its Toll.

I've Lost, But I Also Gained A Lot. I'm A Creative Person, And No One Can Take That Away From Me. I've Been Told I Committed Professional Suicide Because It Was The Only Escape From The Terrible Pressures I Was Facing. What Do You Think?