“I love bows, … And I feel some couture pots coming on.”

I was born with a nervous breakdown.

Finding your own style is not easy, but once found it brings complete happiness. It gives you self-confidence, always.

Fashions come and go, but style is forever.

Fashion is defined by what later becomes out of fashion.

Without elegance of the heart, there is no elegance.

Haute couture consists of secrets whispered from generation to generation,

I’d really like to be in closer contact with life. I’m a little too distant, I guess. I like to place myself outside.

I find men’s clothing fascinating because sometime between, say, 1930 and 1936 a handful of basic shapes were created and still prevail as a sort of scale of expression, with which every man can project his own personality and his own dignity.

I couldn’t love a woman who inspired me to be totally disinterested. If I fell in love with a woman for an artistic reason, or from the point of view of my work, I think it would rob her of something.

Elegance and beauty have been banished.

I created for my era and I tried to foresee what tomorrow would be.

Fashion comes and goes, but style is eternal.

I adore America. It’s an extraordinary country. A new country.

Dressing is a way of life. It brings you joy. It can give you freedom and liberation, help you to find yourself and to move without restraint. Isn’t elegance forgetting what one is wearing?

Fashions pass quickly, and nothing is more pathetic than those puppets of fashion outrageously made up one day, pale the next, pleated or ironed stiff, libertine or ascetic.

When you feel good in a clothing anything can happen.

EXTREME LUXURY ISN’T THE MOST BLING-BLING, IT’S EXTREME REFINEMENT, WHICH IS COUTURE AT ITS FINEST.

Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it’s a British expression. There’s no couture in their darling.

The Gucci woman can be the equestrian woman, the woman in the suit, the woman in the flowy bohemian dress, or the couture woman.