Pure, intense emotions. It's not about design. It's about feelings.

With fashion, I barely finish one collection before I must start another.

All I want is beautiful. I mean, I like grey hair, I love wrinkles. But this is me.

I am very much a people person. If I am in a beautiful place but I don't like the people, I am miserable.

The problem with couture is not designers; it's what happens when the couturier will no longer be there.

I was thinking recently, If the body really is the new dress, as some are saying - with women buying boobs, butts, faces - then who needs a dressmaker? So I started designing spring like a plastic surgeon - everything stretchy and nude. But after three weeks, I was so bored with myself and the world, I began adding diamond butterflies and chiffon and colors. I realized that fashion is not about second skin. It's not the perfect white shirt or camel jacket. What women need is a dream.

I certainly can't complain. I work six days a week, if not seven, and eighteen hours out of twenty-four - fortunately, with a great deal of pleasure. Why? Because I only do something if I want to do it; I need to feel a desire, to find pleasure in moving forward, creating, moving, inventing.