Fashion is a little help in the life of a person. But very little. After all, if you have a serious drama, who cares about the clothes?

Clothes can be important. I am learning this. For instance, often when I design and I wonder what is the point, I think of someone having a bad time in their life.

If I have done anything, it is to make ugly appealing. In fact, most of my work is concerned with destroying—or at least deconstructing—conventional ideas of beauty, of the generic appeal of the beautiful, glamorous, bourgeois woman. Fashion fosters clichés of beauty, but I want to tear them apart.

Daring to wear something different takes effort.

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 think more and more, if you live in the current world - and live internationally - it's all a mix of interests, and the same people who are interested in fashion are also interested in movies, art, and culture.

I love clothes. Maybe I can say I don't love fashion, but I love clothes completely.