People don't hear me talk. They don't expect me to.

My daughter, Lila, is my style critic. She'll say, "No, Mummy, you can't wear that." She's very good. I do trust her instinct.

I was a scapegoat. The media had to put responsibility on somebody, and I was chosen. They felt free to say that because someone was thin they were anorexic, which is ridiculous.

Wear what suits you best, rather than following trends, and create your own style... I go with a feeling or emotion and don't necessarily plan.

I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.

Once I was walking from The Mercer in New York - because otherwise I don't walk anywhere - and this woman paparazzo who was following me fell over a fire hydrant and her whole tooth went through her lip. I leant over her, saying, 'Are you all right?' and she was still taking pictures.

I definitely feel more comfortable in my own skin since turning 40.