It's Neurotic Fat Women Who Hate Me--they're

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.

Now I Can Walk Into A Room Full Of People I Don't Know And Do My Job. That's Quite A Massive Thing To Learn, I Think.

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.

Everyone's Projecting Onto You, Or You Feel Like Everyone Is Judging You. I Feel Like I'm Being Judged A Lot Of The Time. You Become Really Self-conscious.

I'm Not A Show-off By Nature.