In 1919 I woke up famous. I'd never guessed it. If I'd known I was famous, I'd have stolen away and wept. I was stupid. I was supposed to be intelligent. I was sensitive and very dumb.
As I now feel, I would wish to be borne off anywhere out of this world.
I don't do fashion, I AM fashion.
It's not houses I love, it's the life I live in them.
Fashion comes and goes but style lasts forever
Luxury lies not in the richness of things, but in the absence of vulgarity