I'm a dreadful romantic. No matter what I go through in life, I want to fall in love with a man.

I love men. They are intelligent and sensitive, but there's also that hard-edged arrogant side, which is just so attractive.

I am as vulnerable and fragile as it is possible to be. I am shredded to the core. I am at the point where I am stripped bare.

My dad was very fun and very adventurous, and from a formative age I learned to value men who would do things on a whim.

It was all about flying round the world, working hard, being on the cover of Vogue, making money. It wasn't fun. It was exhausting, but I was young and convinced I knew best.

All you need is a bad angle and suddenly youre 30 pounds overweight.

I am a very open person, and I'm always nervous of being misconstrued. Sitting in the middle of a restaurant makes me nervous. I feel like I'm being judged. And it's funny that I should feel that way.