Haute Couture should be fun, foolish and almost unwearable.

Going out in Paris was like going out in the '30s dressed like the Andrews Sisters. It was everything I'd seen in books at my grandparents' house, only it was our generation.

In Italy, the Milanese are well organized but follow bourgeois taste. They adhere to certain codes of elegance, but not to individualism.

I am always anxious to know what has happened while I've been asleep.

People want to be in their own fashion tribes, so they want to wear the same clothes to be connected to everyone else in that tribe. But they want to be different from other tribes.

The idea of seeing everybody clad the same is not really my cup of tea

I'd experienced the '40s and '50s by looking at my grandparents' old clothes, books, and magazines