I love everything about fashion. I even love the fittings and watching it evolve from a pattern to a muslin to the final product.

I have to hit the gym. I have beauty appointments. I have to work toward my next job and maintaining my image, just like an athlete.

Within two months I made the grand slam: covers of 'American Vogue', 'Italian Vogue', 'British Vogue', and 'French Vogue'.

I love, love, love fashion so much. That's why I became a model in the first place.

I like glamour. Not afraid of it.

I was having panic attacks. I didn't want to live that way anymore. I was in love and I wanted it to work. I was tired of travelling, tired of the whole scene, just tired. I sat around. I was lazy. I wanted a routine, and I wanted to wake up in the same bed every day, and I got my wish.

In photos, I don't know who the real me is - it's all pretend, just pretend. There's not much of myself in my work. If I'm looking in the mirror and I'm working, I'm looking at my make-up and my hair. It's not the same as looking at myself.