When I design and wonder what the point is, I think of someone having a bad time in their life. Maybe they are sad and they wake up and put on something I have made and it makes them feel just a bit better. So, in that sense, fashion is a little help in the life of a person. But only a little.

Women often don't want to admit that they like fashion. And yet fashion enthralls everyone, from the taxi driver to the mega-intellectual. I have often asked myself why this is. I don't know the answer.

I'm not interested in types. I'm interested in archetypes.

I love uniforms because they allow you to hide. No one knows what you are thinking, so it's a very appropriate and correct way to be yourself.

This is an example of hypocrisy

Fashion fosters cliches of beauty, but I want to tear them apart.

Women always try to tame themselves as they get older, but the ones who look best are often a bit wilder.