My parents were supportive of my creativity but did not have a lot of patience for whimsy with zero production value. They had stuff to do.

Elizabeth Kennedy is so chic. Her gowns have such structure, I feel like a work of art.

There's the psychotic ambitious side of myself that wants a fashion line and my own network and be like a combination of Oprah and Gwen Stefani. And have a perfume. Definitely a perfume.

The overlap in the Venn diagram of things that men hate for women to wear and the things that I love to wear, it's almost a full overlap on the Venn diagram, which is unfortunate for me.

Also, chubby people can never truly pull off ethereal the same way skinny people can never be jolly.

I have a personality defect where I sort of refuse to see myself as an underdog... It's because of my parents. They raised me with the entitlement of a tall, blond, white man.

To have a complete outfit designed, for me, is easier than trying to find pieces that work together.