Whatever; bling always has something to hide.

I like dressing like a guy. I love it. When I was modeling I used to do pictures where I would dress up like my little brother. No makeup and I looked like a boy.

I can look at a fur and tell if it's good or not.

My husband used to shout at my mother, 'What is wrong with your daughter? I'm married to a man.'

I wear my furs all the time. I wear like three different ones in a day.

When I was modelling, I spent half my life staring at thousands of perfect reflections. It got to a stage where I was losing all sense of reality - so after I quit modelling, I took all the mirrors out of my house.

To be honest, my life is not really as way-out and myth-loaded as people like to portray it.