I'm a little bit of a fabric lunatic.

We have a tendency to think everyone's idiotic and everyone's only doing something idiotic, and the world is controlled by a not-so-secret group of morons. There's great truth in that, I suppose, but then it's also not true.

Where women are concerned, the rule is never to go out with anyone better dressed than you.

I am inspired by the appearance of a bohemian of the new millennium.

I think 1973 was the nadir of fashion. When you watch the coverage from that era, you're struck by the astonishing ugliness of the clothes.

Most of the women that I like have a haunted quality - they're sort of like women who live in a haunted house by themselves.

I don't understand how somebody wouldn't have a sense of humor about themselves.