Fashion somehow, for me, is purely and happily irrational.

I'm most interested in that moment when my entire perspective changes, and I have to reconsider everything.

Since I was a child, my whole life has revolved around music. It's often while listening to a song that ideas for my fashion collections formed.

In the future, fast-fashion retailers might change their philosophy toward real efforts to create a world of their own. One can only hope.

Photography has always been about documentary, the depiction of the instant, a moment, sometimes a place. Each project is somehow an experimentation of a specific context or a character.

I'd like men to think about evolving into something more sophisticated, more seductive. To explore the possibility of an entirely new masculinity.

Music has shaped men’s fashion and transposed in a playful and witty manner its riding or military heritage. It is difficult to figure out who leads but music and fashion are connected genetically.

Men's fashion has a certain heaviness in the fabrics and construction. But also there is a heaviness in the mentality.

Men are not supposed to be mysterious. That's what you say about women. But I think men can have a little of it, too.

David Bowie, for me, was the butchest guy in town. Jagger was like a truck driver.

The iPad needs to catch up with Flash before I put a hand on it.

Life is school.Be a student for life.

For want of me the world's course will not fail;When all its work is done the lie shall rot;The truth is great and shall prevailWhen none cares whether it prevail or not.

In some ways, I never outgrew my adolescence. I wake up in the morning and think, 'Oh my God, I'm late for a math test!' But then I say, 'Wait a minute. I'm 40.

Nature . . . is inexorable and immutable; she never transgresses the laws imposed upon her, nor cares a whit whether her abstruse reasons and methods of operations are understandable to men.

Go your way. Forget Prometheus, And all the woe that he is doom'd to bear; By his own choice this vile estate preferring To ignorant bliss and unfelt slavery.

The bottomless bitter misery of childhood: how little even now it is understood. Probably no adult misery can be compared with a child's despair.

I have no leisure to think of style or of polish, or to select the best language, the best English - no time to shine as an authoress. I must just think aloud, so as not to keep the public waiting.

Well, I'm a big believer in 'never say never.

I'm not more or less conscious than any other rapper out there.

There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.