I am a serious food lover and Peruvian cuisine is one of the best in the world.

I'm a fun person. I like cracking jokes and being completely nerdy.

So many times I've wanted to crack up, standing there stiff while seven women are crawling round my toes fixing hems and the designer's having a freak-out because the denim cuffs are crooked. I'm on the verge of hysteria.

Some designers retain a sense of humour about what they do, but others are deathly serious and have no life outside of it; they're lying awake night after night constructing dresses in their heads.

Don't tell anyone. I'm supposed to be dumb.

In modelling, there is no point in trying to prove you have a brain, so why even bother? I'd sooner save the energy for something more meaningful.

I find it utterly bizarre that total strangers write about your life in a completely fictional manner.