The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.
If I was a fashion designer just following trends or designing for celebrities, I would not be fulfilled.
Italy is a divided country without a center.
Haute Couture should be fun, foolish and almost unwearable.
I am always anxious to know what has happened while I've been asleep.
But the Milanese have made bad choices, bad fashion, and bad jewelry.