I hate clothes that look saleable. I love when they look desirable.
The influence of Paris, for instance, is now minimal. Yet a lot is written about Paris fashion.
Fashion is in a terrible state. An overdose of too much flesh.
The unimaginable always becomes the unforgettable.
The greatest concubines in history knew that everything revealed with nothing concealed is a bore.
Clothes should look as if a woman was born into them. It is a form of possession, this belonging to one another.