I was a feminist in the Sixties, and can you imagine? The worst thing I could have done was to be in fashion. It was the most uncomfortable position.

When I talk with people, I don't even see what they are wearing . . . No, I recognize it if it's something particularly nice and interesting. I see the exception.

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.

I hate the idea that you shouldn't wear something just because you're a certain age.

Everybody knows that I don't have a muse. I'm not interested in that.

What interests me most is when a work of art is no longer just an object, but also touches reality and life.

It's still feminine, but not in a romantic way. It's all about masculine and feminine, and being strong.