When you are modelling, you are creating a picture, a still life, perhaps something like a silent film. You convey emotion but you are only using your body.

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.

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.

Women can explore so much in dressing. But if I was a guy I would wear vintage suits constantly. With crazy ties!

I am very much aware of the visual side of things. I do a lot of photography. I often take Polaroids of things that strike me as visually interesting, just to remember them and perhaps use later.

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

The more people explore the world, the more they realize in every country there's a different aesthetic. Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.