I don't think I ever had a swollen head: I remember where I come from.

A photo is a creation.

My mother's a secretary; my father's an electrician in a mining company.

But for the time being, I've only learned one cake recipe and how to make scrambled eggs.

Six months later I was in Paris. I was 16, and it all started to happen.

Actually, I don't really like being confused with my image.

I'm even embarrassed at times when my friends come upon my pictures.