I used to spend hours at night, downstairs, in front of the only full-length mirror in the house, standing on the table working out what I would wear to school the next day.

If I ever get married myself, it’ll be in jeans.

Once I caught my dad in front of the TV watching a tennis match, and I realized they were tricking us. Poor guy, he had to sneak in a tennis final - probably the French Open.

Paris, hours in the café, a certain spirit of rebellion, one side a bit too stubborn, the sea, the true, in Bretagne, the walking in Provence, the taste, the passion for literature, the libraries, the beautiful editions, remaking the world in a set of hours around a table and a bottle of wine. Talking without really saying nothing, just for the pleasure of talking. The museums, the theatres, the elegance, the delicacy, the heritage of the Illustration, a humanistic philosophy. The balance we got between a nordic rigor and a latin savoir-vivre, the insolence and the freedom.

I feel so lucky that I live in a society that lets women be. I think that's the one of the biggest fights to keep having, is to fight for women to have the right to live their life the way they want to live it.

There is no moment where you can rest and think: 'Wonderful, I have that job now. I'm going to spend five years here.' There's a constant judgment on your work that's very strongly related to what you are.

I'm never anywhere for more than three weeks.