I don't want to be this skinny.

Well, I met Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan in the space of 15 minutes. Frank Sinatra kissed me on the lips. He kissed me on the lips. And then he gave me a filterless cigarette. And then I met Bob Dylan. I came off all lightheaded and had to go sit on his dressing-room steps.

I started going back and forth, New York, London, New York, London. I wasn't looking back at all. I was doing tons of jobs. Working, working, working, working.

I havent partied since...last Friday!

I feel like I become somebody else when I do the pictures. I don't like doing pictures as myself. I like to be made into somebody different.

Lila can't be a model until she's at least 21. She is already a mini-me - it is scary. She already has her own beauty kit.

In a way, it's like the photographer always has his vision of me. The pictures that I'm known for are not really my image, they're always the photographer's vision of me. I can look a hundred different ways, but what people see of me in pictures is not really my image.