Fashion is the pursuit of perfection, Style is the acceptance of one's flaws.

In India and in New York the economy is naked. People are starving physically in India, and emotionally in New York.

When I look at a drawing of a person, I look at that person as living.

Fashion is the pursuit of perfection, Style is the acceptance of one's flaws.

And dilettantism is a humorous way to survive. Everybody understands you for it and everybody hates you for it. And not everybody chooses to be a dilettante. Many choose cunning and brute force.

We are not naturally intelligent, or happy. In fact, every day it is harder to remain intelligent. It seems often that people get intelligent through pain, but you can't be sure because nobody really can say, "I've been suffering".

When you sit for an hour and a half in front of somebody, he or she shows about twenty faces. And so it's this crazy chase of, Which face? Which one is the one?