In a machine age, dressmaking is one of the last refuges of the human, the personal, the inimitable.

It is not money that makes you well dressed: it is understanding.

I wanted to be considered a good craftsman. I wanted my dresses to be constructed like buildings, molded to the curves of the female form, stylizing its shape.

Every bite you eat stays in mouth for two minutes, for two hours in stomach and for two month on hips.

My weakness ... is architecture. I think of my work as ephemeral architecture, dedicated to the beauty of the female body.

A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.

In a machine age, dressmaking is one of the last refuges of the human, the personal, the inimitable.