Honestly, I don’t believe in menswear. I focus on what pieces are most timeless, transcendent, match my lifestyle, remain remarkable, and command intriguing attention across the room at an art gallery.

Things might not go as planned, but at the end of the day it’s up to me to take those risks and do what I love most. And I don’t owe anybody an explanation. My journey is my journey.

Embrace what makes you unique, even if it makes others uncomfortable. i didn't have to become perfect because I've learned throughout my journey that perfection is the enemy of greatness.

I've cried over string arrangements.

I hope women feel confident with themselves and realize that we don't all have to look alike or be the same size to be beautiful. I hope they feel like representing what it means to be an individual and to remain comfortable in your own skin.

I enjoy how women dressed in the 1920s with the shimmering jewels and rich feathers.

I think if people genuinely want to help ... that'll shine through, no matter what color or what race. We cannot see race before compassion.