Jump out the window if you are the object of passion. Flee it if you feel it. Passion goes, boredom remains.
Fashion passes, but style remains.
I am neither in the past, nor avant-garde. My style follows life.
Wear perfume wherever you want to be kissed!
I set the fashion for a quater of a century. Why? Because i knew how to express my own time.
Fashion becomes unfashionable. Style never.