I was ten years old when my first Vogue cover sang me its siren call and dashed me against the treacherous rocks of fashion obsession.

I have Tom Ford, Gucci, Saint Laurent, McQueen, and odd pieces that Ive just acquired because I happened to have come across them and felt they have some historical resonance.

Marrakech in May is unseasonably tagine-hot.

Essentially what you're doing is collaborating with the photographer to create an image that reflects the fashion you're trying to capture and also hold a mirror up to the zeitgeist at the moment.

I don't have an off-duty wardrobe.

Alexander McQueen's heartbreakingly premature death, at the height of his creativity and influence, has robbed the fashion world of a soaring and unique talent.

My childhood memories seem to be wreathed in the twin and far from harmonious olfactory sensations of patchouli oil and caustic soda.

I started collecting couture when I was about 10 or 11 years old, and the very first piece I bought was a Balenciaga suit from 1962.

I literally in the New York flea market - just when I was despairing of ever having a great serendipitous find - found a 1926 Chanel.

Six feet three in her stocking feet, LWren Scott was every inch a great lady.

In the face of postwar austerity, hundreds of brides-to-be across the country sent Princess Elizabeth their clothing coupons so that she could have the dress of their dreams.

During a conversation, listening is as powerful as loving.

I guess in general, people tend to not eat the cute animals.

Everything was handed to me - looks, fame, wealth, honour, love. I rarely had to fight for anything

Through our senses the world appears. Through our reactions we create delusions.Without reactions the world becomes clear.

Great accomplishment seems imperfect, Yet it does not outlive its usefulness. Great fullness seems empty, Yet it cannot be exhausted.

Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves.

Every moment you are different because you are not-- and unless you are, the divine cannot happen to you. To whom can it happen? You are not there.

President Reagan, of course, did more than any other person to entrench the Republican reputation for toughness on national security.

One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

Whatever may be said in praise of poverty, the fact remains that it is not possible to live a really complete or successful life unless one is rich.