Fashion has a reason to be, because in fashion you can find new kinds of expression about human beings. It's my way to communicate.

Black is not sad. Bright colours are what depress me. They're so... empty. Black is poetic. How do you imagine a poet? In a bright yellow jacket? Probably not.

Those that think my clothes are androgynous also still believe that women should look like Barbie dolls. That's precisely the problem, the deep-rooted assumptions about what is feminine.

Fashion has a right to exist, because it permits the people to define themselves over and over again.

I just wait because I think people will find me. And I’m not the kind of person who will knock on somebody’s door. I wait. If they’re good for me, they will come towards me.

I want to put a soul in a garment. I don't want my clothes to be perfect, because human beings are not perfect.

Jewelry is something that has to do with emotion. That aspect of jewelry really interests me.

For me black is not dark, it's poetic. I don't think of gothic I think of classic - it's a big difference.

A new time is coming both for my personal life, and the brand Ann Demeulemeester. I feel it's time to separate our paths.

Black is not sad... Black is poetic.

Who could imagine a poet wearing anything other than black?

Judge not the value of a friend by the number of boy- or girlfriends they helped you get. But by the number of books they’ve recommended to you.

Our bodies are simply our shells, the package for the spirit and the soul.

A lot of actors find it impossible not to ask for the audience's sympathy. They have a need to twinkle.

I didn't go to school for fashion, I didn't have anybody to teach me anything about fashion - that's all I knew how to do, graphic design.

Material Girl is about having your own personal style, and my personal style reflects the brand's aesthetic.

Tradition is laziness.

In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.

Yes, there was something special about me, and I knew what it was. I was the kind of girl they found dead in a hall bedroom with an empty bottle of sleeping pills in her hand.

Funk, gospel, blues is all out of slavery times, out of depression, out of sorrow.

It was the character of the Packers, man. We played for sixty minutes. We let it all hang out. There was no tomorrow for us. We got the adrenaline flowing, and we just let it go, man.