Knowing who you really are and dressing the part -- with an air of amused recklessness -- is life affirming for you and life enhancing for other people.

The important thing is not to be masochistic. Women are so hard on themselves. Don't do that. No one is keeping score.

Dressing down is a crime against humanity.

Conformity is the only real fashion crime. To not dress like yourself and to sublimate your spirit to some kind of group identity is succumbing to fashion fascism.

Why the hell wouldn't you want to be one of the fabulous people, the life enhancers, who look interesting and smell luscious and who dare to be gorgeously more fascinating than their neighbors?

The charming shall inherit the Earth.

Why be formal when you can be fabulously feral? Why be conventional when you can be happy?