I think the older I get, the more I realize that the ultimate luxury is time.

A man in a well tailored suit will always shine brighter than a guy in an off-the-rack suit.

People always think that designers hate each other. And we're certainly a competitive lot, but we also enjoy each other's company. No one else knows what you're going through other than another designer.

Because of what's going on with the economy, I think women are realizing that maybe they don't need a closet full of clothes. They just need the right clothes.

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

I know what women look good in. I don't think the rules ever change.

You make sexiness strong by balancing it out: something familiar with something unfamiliar, something masculine with something feminine, something streamlined with something rococo. It's a Yin and Yang. Women are made of layers, your mood shifts, no one is neither one extreme nor the other.