I was a disaster child. I remember I make very often my mother cry.
In my planet, fashion, I'm the only straight man.
What is too much? There is no such thing!
A beautiful dress can be as exciting as a poem.
Every girl creates a dream in her mind; everyone needs an idol.
I began to speak well at a very advanced age - 15, 16, 17 years old. It was psychological: the trauma of war, my family and growing up on my own. I was more or less a street kid.