I can tell you all kinds of moral tales, but fashion and reality are vaguely different.

The story with anorexic girls - nobody works with anorexic girls. That has nothing to do with fashion.

I am physically allergic to flip-flops

I've only wanted paper and beautiful colors. It was my dream, and it still is my dream. And books. They're all I need, and the rest I can do without.

Trendy is the last stage before tacky.

I like today and perhaps a little future still, but the past is really something I'm not interested in. So, as far as I'm concerned, I like only the past of things and people I don't know. When I know, I don't care because I knew how it was.

I sleep seven hours. If I go to bed at two, I wake up at nine. If I go to bed at midnight, I wake up at seven. I don't wake up before - the house can fall apart, but I sleep for seven hours.