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I'm Not Really A Fashion Designer. I Just Love Clothes. I've Never Been To Design School. I Can't Sketch. I Can't Cut Patterns And Things. I Can Shorten Things. I Can Make A Dress Out Of A Scarf.

If I'm Going Dancing, Then I Wear The Highest Heels With The Shortest Dress.

Well, I Met Frank Sinatra And Bob Dylan In The Space Of 15 Minutes. Frank Sinatra Kissed Me On The Lips. He Kissed Me On The Lips. And Then He Gave Me A Filterless Cigarette. And Then I Met Bob Dylan. I Came Off All Lightheaded And Had To Go Sit On His Dressing-room Steps.

I Don't Like Doing [things] As Myself...i Like To Be Made Into Someone Else.

Once I Was Walking From The Mercer In New York - Because Otherwise I Don't Walk Anywhere - And This Woman Paparazzo Who Was Following Me Fell Over A Fire Hydrant And Her Whole Tooth Went Through Her Lip. I Leant Over Her, Saying, 'are You All Right?' And She Was Still Taking Pictures.