I Said, 'okay, It's The Year 2000,

I Don't Love Photoshop; I Like Imperfection. It Doesn't Mean Ugly. I Love A Girl With A Gap Between Her Teeth, Versus Perfect White Veneers. Perfection Is Just... Boring. Perfect Is What's Natural Or Real; That Is Beauty.

Luxury Is Anything You Don't Need, Right? I Mean, You Need Food, Water, Clothing, Shelter... But Good Wine, Good Food, Beautiful Interiors, Nice Clothes; Those Aren't Necessities, They Are Luxuries - It's All Luxury.

It's Quite Nice To See That I Didn't Have To Change Who I Was To Reach Two Very Different Types Of People.

It Just Seemed Too Weird To Me. I Don't Know, Maybe They Were Smoking A Joint In The Car Downstairs From Their Parents' Apartment. I Had To Go That Far To Put Together A Scenario Of How They Could Have Possibly Recognized Me.

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.