Beautiful things are disappearing every day.
A pair of brilliantly cut cotton trousers can be more beautiful than a gorgeous silk gown.
I was on a Japanese designers' pedestal - considered a maestro. My design was getting closer to a couturier's work, and I felt like I was missing something.
Dirty, stained, withered, broken things seem beautiful to me.
Black is modest and arrogant at the same time.
With my eyes turned to the past, I walk backwards into the future.