In Paris, I Really Do Like To

I'm Really Not A Fascist. Everyone Wears What They Feel Great In, Or Comfortable With. It's A Beautiful Day, You Have An Armless Shirt: It Goes With Flip-flops.

Everyone Has Their Dates. For Me, It's 1991. I Can Place Every Memory Of My Life Either Before Or After This Date. It's The Year I Became An Adult. My Mother Died, And I Created My Company Shortly Thereafter. I Definitely Would Not Have Done It If She Hadn't Passed Away.

I Wouldn't Take It As A Compliment If Someone Looked At One Of My Shoes And Said, 'oh, That Looks Like A Comfortable Shoe.' There Is A Heel That Is Too High To Walk In, Certainly. But Who Cares? You Don't Have To Walk In High Heels.

I Mean, The Shoe - There Is A Music To It, There Is Attitude, There Is Sound, It's A Movement.

I Hate The Whole Concept Of The Clog! It's Fake, It's Ugly, And It's Not Even Comfortable!