When I was a boy I remember the women, how they dressed, how they behaved, what was important to them at the time. Like Lee Marvin and Gloria Grahame in The Big Heat.

The only way I can cope with me and my environment is to have this kind of wall around me. I'm exhausting myself.

The only people that come to my mind in the last years are Lee McQueen and John Galliano. Truly, truly . . . How do I say? Full of ideas. Full of the smell. They just had this incredible passion for what they did.

I don't even think about the word. But I do have certain things where I just go, "Aaaaahhh," irritatingly boring and insistent because I want it to look that way and I can do it - I don't even know if you'd call it passion or obsession. Obsession, possibly, but I really love what I do.

It's the only thing I get inspired by! I get inspired by dreams. Who cares about the rest?

I don't even know Amanda Seyfried or whatever - they're all the same!

A lot of things trigger my inspiration. It can be the most banal things.