My childhood was endless - from eight to 18 felt like hundreds of years.

Beauty—or the desire to be beautiful—is in itself a dangerous motivation. Someone (I forgot who) once said, ‘Does the person who loves someone for their beauty really love them?’ So don’t focus on beauty ... a respectable appearance is sufficient to make people more interested in your soul. It is the sum of our experiences that makes us interesting, and having been through a time in your life in which you were in a bad place (or what you perceived as a bad place) physically, can be useful. It can even be necessary.

You cannot fake chic but you can be chic and fake fur

I'm open to everything. When you start to criticize the times you live in, your time is over.

I have moved to a smaller house in Paris, and I don't fancy having so much staff now.

When I wake up I look like a madman, like something out of a horror movie! That's why I sleep alone. But the funny thing is that I'm very impeccable and clean before I go to bed. It's just like right before I'm going out.

When I was four, I asked my mother for a valet for my birthday.