Pink is like the one color I say I hate, and yet somehow I end up wearing it. Like, Michael Kors sent me a pink dress, and I'm like: 'So beautiful!' And I'm wearing it telling him 'I hate pink, why am I wearing this? It's really nice though.'
Let's be honest: I just want a Super Bowl ring.
Rooting for the offense is the safe way to go. You win either way.
If 10 years ago I was told I'd be where I am now, I would've been pretty happy.
Eventually you get bored and you want to work.
In New York, you can just wake up and everything sorts itself out. I love that, not having a plan.