When I was a young boy, growing up in Durham, North Carolina, the women in my family were truly passionate about their clothes; nothing was more beautiful to me than women dressing with the utmost, meticulous attention to accessories, shoes, handbags, hats, coats, dresses and gloves to attend Sunday church services.

Waiting in line for something mundane is very boring. Waiting for my doctor to see me and waiting for my dentist to see me, yes, that is boring.

Wearing clothes should be a personal narrative of emotion. I always respond to fashion in an emotional way.

There is room in today's world for men to wear dresses.

I just need green. I need to wake up and see grass and squirrels. I don't want to see skyscrapers.

The zenith of elegance in any woman's wardrobe is the little black dress, the power of which suggests dash and refinement.

In my day you didn't speak until spoken to.