I've often been told that I'm a bit strange. I hear that pretty regularly, but it is not how I see myself.

I didn’t want people to decide what I was going to wear and what I was going to look like and how I should behave.

I just wear jeans, big motorcycle boots and T-shirts that are way too big for me. I like anything that has lived a little bit, that has traces of life on it. Knitwear that's a tiny bit too long because you've pulled it with your hands, or jeans that are starting to get holes.

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.

I actually don't trust anyone who tells me they don't like New York.

Paris is where my family are, but it's not really home now because I have dear friends in London and dear friends in New York.

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.