I never loved the world around me as it was.
Perhaps I shouldn't have been influenced by the idea that my name could be spread across the entire world.
Italy is a divided country without a center.
I am still in love with couture because it is just two months from drawing pad to runway so everything on the catwalk is hot from the oven.
I look for friends who make me laugh.
But the Milanese have made bad choices, bad fashion, and bad jewelry.