I Was A Disaster Child. I Remember

Maybe I Think Too Much.

I Meet People, I Like To Ask: Which Sign Are You?

I Began To Speak Well At A Very Advanced Age - 15, 16, 17 Years Old. It Was Psychological: The Trauma Of War, My Family And Growing Up On My Own. I Was More Or Less A Street Kid.

It Is Important To Be Chic.

My Dream, Maybe Because Of My Family, Of Course, Was To Be A Painter. I Chose In One Moment The Direction Of Textiles; From Textiles I Went To Fashion.