Fashion Creates A Bit Of A Dream

I Hate Going Out For Lunch During A Workday Because It Slows Down My Pace And Ruins My Rhythm. I Prefer To Eat At My Desk. Actually, I Wander Around The Design Studio With A Plate In My Hand As I Dine On, For Example, Salmon Sashimi And A Salad Of Tomatoes And Mozzarella. I Often Have A Bit Of Dark Chocolate After Lunch.

I Probably Do Have An Obsessive Personality, But Striving For Perfection Has Served Me Well

If You're At The Oscars, There's Not A Man On That Red Carpet Who Is Not Wearing Make-up. Most Straight Actors I Know Get Quite Used To It. Even When They Go Out In Real Life They Grab Some Sort Of Bronzer And They Throw It On. They Dye Their Eyebrows, They Dye Their Lashes - They Know The Tricks.

Fashion Is, After All, A Form Of Escapism, And In Fact People Are Buying More Special Things Than Ever, Nowadays. They Deny And Deny Themselves, And Wait And Wait, And Then They Get Sick Of It And Spend To Make Themselves Feel Better.

My Grandmother Was Probably The First Person Who I Thought Was Beautiful. She Was Incredibly Stylish, She Had Big Hair, Big Cars. I Was Probably 3 Years Old, But She Was Like A Cartoon Character. She'd Swoop Into Our Lives With Presents And Boxes, And She Always Smelled Great And Looked Great.