I grew up surrounded by these tough, ballsy, strong women. They were also adoring women, but they were the kind of women who would argue over what kind of pants you were wearing or the color of your nail polish.

The craziest thing about fashion people in general, not just designers, is that it's always, "Oh my God, you lost weight! I love your hair!" Or "Oh, you're so tan!" Or, "You're so skinny! I love your shoes!" These are fashion icebreakers. Everyone's always looking at each other.

Give me Caviar Kaspia and give me a hamburger. I love the two extremes.

I've always thought of accessories as the exclamation point of a woman's outfit.

Let's be honest - look what Hollywood at 18 is.

It's an unbelievably tight race for hideous today.

For me, true luxury can be caviar or a day with no meetings, no appointments and no schedule.