Who could imagine a poet wearing anything other than black?

I want to put a soul in a garment. I don't want my clothes to be perfect, because human beings are not perfect.

Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They're so... empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.

Fashion has a right to exist, because it permits the people to define themselves over and over again.

My work is nice, natural, it's never "been there done that," my work remains very interesting without losing my soul - because it's really me, and I am always honest with myself. I don't care what's in or out, I just listen to myself. And it's very nice to able to work like that. At the beginning people might have wondered what I was doing, but now they know my line, my evolution, I'm respected for that and that's a wonderful feeling.

Who could imagine a poet wearing anything other than black?

Good fashion for me is like rock ‘n’ roll – there’s always a little rebellion in it.