I like to do a face steam, so, heat up a flannel, press it onto your face and then press a cold one on afterwards to close the pores. It's inexpensive!

I wouldn't even have braces on my teeth. I think they are horrible and this idea that everyone should conform and be perfect is ridiculous.

I love to shop vintage clothes; in London, I usually go to Relic and Alfie's Market. I usually brunch around London Bridge, where I live.

Drink lots of water, get lots of sleep, and take vitamin C!

Round, cat-eye frames, wayfarers, and aviators are my go-tos.

I didn't want to miss out on my education to model. I can't do just modeling.

Even when my parents were together, they both had to travel and work, and it wasn't like they had nine-to-five jobs. In that way, it wasn't a normal family life.

I think music influences fashion and has done so for generations.

I really never thought about the way I looked until boys came into the picture.

I really like doing portraits, but I like taking pictures of things that are natural, like scenery, too.

Music creates a certain mood and then people dress accordingly. I think it's all quite closely intertwined.

The only true time which a man can properly call his own is that which he has all to himself the rest though in some sense he may be said to live it is other people's time not his.

The trouble with me is that for a long time I have just been an I person. All people belong to a We except me. Not to belong to a We makes you too lonesome.

Really, UCLA's a great place as well, but they don't have the kind of environment they have here. The fans here have a passion.

Destiny is what we work toward. The future doesn't exist yet. Fate is for losers!

People always go on about sleaze, but I think it's only a small part of what I write about.

A lot of the time nothing happens in a day.

The infinite library of the Universe is in your mind.

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.

You take yourself out of the moment and knock yourself off balance when you judge and think about what you are doing, rather than experiencing and enjoying what you are doing.

A touch of science, even bogus science, gives an edge to the superstitious tale.