I come in. I'm going to sketch, I'm going to drape, I don't know what I'm going to do.

I gave up medicine. So I'll give up fashion. . . I could be a colorist of spaceships.

The unimaginable always becomes the unforgettable.

I come in. I'm going to sketch, I'm going to drape, I don't know what I'm going to do.

I tell women not to believe everything they read about fashion.

A woman should be less concerned about Paris and more concerned about whether the dress she's about to buy relates to the way she lives.

Fashion is in a terrible state. An overdose of too much flesh.