It's hard to see how anyone can fail to care about innocent children and animals being blown up by landmines.

I am very sad that some designers are still using real fur when the fake alternatives are so effective and so easily obtainable.

What happened to me in the Sixties was so major and so worldwide and so huge, there's no way I can repeat it. But in a way, I had nothing to do with it, it just took me over. It was bizarre, it was weird, and I had no control over it. I don't think anyone could have planned what happened to me.

At sixteen, I was a funny, skinny little thing, all eyelashes and legs. And then, suddenly people told me it was gorgeous. I thought they had gone mad.

I was very, very underdeveloped for my age, I hated what I looked like, so I thought everyone had gone stark raving mad.

I used to be a thing; I'm a person now.

It is no longer acceptable to ignore the suffering, and designers must take responsibility for the way that their fur is produced.