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.

Just listen to the material. What is it going to say? Just wait. Probably the material will tell you something.

A beautiful flower does not exist. There's only a moment when a flower looks beautiful.

Colour disturbs people. I am confident in black, not in light. This dark side of life is attractive to me forever and from the beginning. I am a lazy designer when it comes to colour.

I only see the faults, flaws, the imperfections. That attracts me.

I exist here, now. I'm not much interested in the future. Or, more precisely put, I do not believe in the future. To exaggerate a little, I have no faith that I will still exist tomorrow or the day after. What is more, I absolutely detest retrospection. That dislike is balances only by my desire to make my way back home as quickly as possible.

To be modern is to tear the soul out of every thing