“Fashion is a language that creates itself in clothes to interpret reality.”

Dieting is the only game where you win when you lose!

Nothing makes you look older than attempting to look young.

To reinvent a newly impeccable you in the most modern of outfits, don’t skip on makeup and be sure to have flawless skin and hair. That will have more impact than expensive clothes.

Life should be larger than life. Size is important to escape normalization.

I design like I breathe. You don’t ask to breathe. It just happens

If I was a woman in Russia, I would be a lesbian, as the men are very ugly. There are a few handsome ones, like Naomi Campbell’s boyfriend, but there you see the most beautiful women and the most horrible men.

I only go to places if I have a professional reason. I’m not a tourist.

During the golden age of movie stars, there were plenty of actresses who were deemed unattractive at the start of their careers, but struggled and finally appeared more beautiful and more iconic. Sometimes that idea of being truly iconic has something to do with not necessarily being beautiful and thus trying harder.

Kate Middleton has a nice silhouette and she is the right girl for that boy. I like that kind of woman, I like romantic beauties. On the other hand, her sister struggles. I don’t like the sister’s face. She should only show her back.

Forgiveness is too easy. I can forget by indifference, but not forgive. I prefer revenge.

I’m not a marketing person. I don’t ask myself questions. I go by instinct.

Elegance is a physical quality. If a woman doesn’t have it naked, she’ll never it clothed.

Like poetry, fashion does not state anything. It merely suggests.

People who do a job that claims to be creative have to be alone to recharge their batteries. You can’t live 24 hours a day in the spotlight and remain creative. For people like me, solitude is a victory.

Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.

I like to reinvent myself – it’s part of my job.

It is the nature of the self to manifest itself, In every atom slumbers the might of the self.

For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.

But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.

Become vision itself.

As the eye waits on the rising of the Sun which in its own time appears above the horizon and gives itself to our sight.

Beauty addresses itself chiefly to sight, but there is a beauty for the hearing too.

As if the ocean somehow doesn’t matter or is so big, so vast that it can take care of itself, or that there is nothing that we could possibly do that we could harm the ocean.

In a way, the whole tangible universe itself is a vast residue, a skeleton of countless lives that have germinated in it and have left it, leaving behind them only a trifling, infinitesimal part of their riches.