The framework of men's wear is so narrow, that when you play at the edges you get labeled.

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.

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

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.

Gratitude also opens your eyes to the limitless potential of the universe, while dissatisfaction closes your eyes to it.

A fanatic is a man who consciously over-compensates a secret doubt.

I feel like when I went back to my original hair color, a little bit of an edgier side came out.

Children...they string our joys, like jewels bright, upon the thread of years.

It'll all end in tears and oil.

Fight back! Whenever you are offered violence, fight back! The aggressor does not fear the law, so he must be taught to fear you. Whatever the risk, and at whatever the cost, fight back!

I have just enough public appreciation to make me happy.

Dear Lord; we beg but one boon more: Peace in the hearts of all men living, peace in the whole world this Thanksgiving.

I've been told the weirdest things: 'Yeah, I love taking a bath to your music!' or 'I gave birth to my daughter while listening to your music.'

Every place, once unique, itself, is strangely shot through with radiations from every other place. ‘There’ was then; ‘here’ is now.