The Bridge Between Reality And A Dream

I Like To Think That People Can See That And Appreciate That Idea And Then, By Some Mechanism Of Wearing The Fragrance, Sort Of Carry That Idea With Them In Their Own Life. Whether It's A Weekend In Louisiana Or In New York City Or In Venice, Italy, Or Wherever They May Be. I Think There's Something Kind Of Fascinating And Powerful About That.

I Don’t Like Doing Interviews. I’m Not Pretending To Be Some Super Neurotic, Hiding In My Closet. I Could Care Less About Anybody Knowing Who I Am, But I Realize This Is Part Of The Game. Maybe If I Really Hated This Whole Public Thing, I Would Go Do Plays In Hoboken.

When I Was A Kid, I Used To Live In New York City. There Was A Guy Named Michael Alig. He Used To Throw Parties. And A Couple Of Times, I Even Worked For Him And His Crew, And Handed Out Fliers, And Had My Super-high Shoes On, And Wearing Silver Saran Wrap Around My Head Or Something. It's A World I Was Really Comfortable In: A World Full Of Individuals. I Think What I Like About That World - Besides My Own Personal Interests - Is The Individualism, The Investment In The Self.

It's Not Like I'm Hanging Out At Shopping Malls Or Going To Celebrity Golf Tournaments. I'm So In My Own Little World. I Got My Dog, My Music, My Brother, A Couple Of Friends.

My Proudest Moment Was When I Was In High School, Some Jackass Tried To Give Me A Wedgy. I Came Prepared, I Went Commando. It Tickled.