Why am I beating my hair up? Because I want it to look like something that it isn't? These are questions that I've been pondering my whole life.

I don't really talk about my personal life. It's a strange and funny and weird thing. Sometimes you have a conversation with someone and the paparazzi snaps a picture of you and people decide you're dating. If I try to answer everything people say, I would be up all night.

Throughout high school, I was obsessed with magazines. I used to just comb through them and plaster things on my wall.

When you feel happy, you look beautiful.

Nothing goes to windward like a 747.

I was spoiled when I worked in the magazine world. Fashion closets are heaven and I seem to model my organization after a fashion closet.

One of the photographers was like, "Can you stop talking and try to look sexy for a minute?"