I'm So Secluded. Very Alone.

I Couldn't Love A Woman Who Inspired Me To Be Totally Disinterested. If I Fell In Love With A Woman For An Artistic Reason, Or From The Point Of View Of My Work, I Think It Would Rob Her Of Something.

I Find Men's Clothing Fascinating Because Sometime Between, Say, 1930 And 1936 A Handful Of Basic Shapes Were Created And Still Prevail As A Sort Of Scale Of Expression, With Which Every Man Can Project His Own Personality And His Own Dignity.

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.

My Name Will Be Written In Fiery Letters On The Champs Elysees.

Fashion Comes And Goes, But Style Is Eternal.