The perfect integrity of The NewYork Times, and its writers, is not precisely 'just silly nonsense,'

The iPad needs to catch up with Flash before I put a hand on it.

Sex is not a subject in my photographs, or would only be if it had to do with romance, sometimes vulnerability. The photographs are quite clearly about happiness, or search for happiness.

My parents offered me my first camera for my birthday and I developed an exclusive passion for it over the years. Since I was not the most social kid on the block, the camera helped me to express myself, invent my own language - something like a secret garden. I decided early on I would not write in a diary but take silent photographs instead.

The perfect integrity of The NewYork Times, and its writers, is not precisely 'just silly nonsense,'

I've always done the style that I loved, so I didn't mind sending an old pair of jeans down the runway. It's about that style. It's not Hedi Slimane. You know, I'm not all that familiar with his thing-I really don't look. I certainly know who he is.

Hedi was and is still misspelled 'Heidi' and my perception of genders ended up slightly out of focus from an early age.