I've always felt lucky because my parents included my sister and I in their cultural life.

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.

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

I think denim is something everyone feels comfortable in. It's kind of my uniform, really.

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.

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