I was never honest. My father died, and I had never said to him, 'I'm gay.' I knew what I was, but I had to pretend not to be that to avoid the beatings.

Dressing up. People just don't do it anymore. We have to change that.

But I'm not an artist. Maybe an artist with a small a

Men have got more of a discerning eye. They appreciate cut and details, things that aren't so obvious. They like things that have cachet and gentlemanliness.

Women are women, and hurray for that.

You're only as good as your last collection, which is an enormous pressure.

The joy of dressing is an art.