it is a shoe designer's job to be a year ahead of our collective unconscious.
Pity the poor infant. Born perfect into the world from imperfect parents.
Possessions, for the terminally frightened, bring peace of mind.
[On her dogs:] I have four now. My friends tell me if I get any more they'll have to hold an intervention.
In Manhattan, marriage is a trend. Couples kiss over their arugula and radicchio salads. They fondle each other's genitals while devouring their pasta puttanesca. By the time the tiramisu arrives, they've slid under the table.
In New York we have streets exploding and innocent Buddhist girls being stabbed in the neck and cabdrivers refusing to help her. If we happen into a nightclub by mistake, when we leave the doorman will be lying in the street surrounded by police.