I only started getting into furs when the designers I liked started making them.

I'm not as impatient as I used to be. I used to hit people if I didn't like what they were saying. Just lash out. 'Bam - shut up! Hahahah!' I was terrible.

I would have rebelled against parental authority, no matter what. When I was 15, I started painting my face and making my own clothes.

I like to isolate myself when I work because I end up losing my voice by doing interviews all day.

Models are there to look like mannequins, not like real people. Art and illusion are supposed to be fantasy.

I think it's somewhere in my head, in my travel space, and it just comes out. It's a visual thing that happens unintentionally. People will tell me, "You do realize you just spoke with that accent, right?" And I'll go, "Oh, did I?" So it's not something I think about. As we talk, I have a visual about my speech and it just comes out like that. If that makes any sense!

I've had more misrepresentations than I can handle, and people have told the wickedest lies about me. A lot of them have taken their frustrations out on me, and I don't like that because it can wound. Not necessarily me, but those around me. Journalists can be so bad.