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.

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

If you want to compete in Italy, the only accepted ways are brute force, or cunning. Like Machiavelli says, "Fronte otra forze." And neither of these two "virtues" is suited to an artist. The artist has to stay intelligent.

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?

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

Painting is like making love. You cannot ask, 'How do you do it?' But, hopefully, it is beautiful.