I Envy The People Who Go To

I Love My Life. I Can't Believe I Work In New York And Paris. That I Work For Louis Vuitton. That I Work For Marc Jacobs. It Seems Really Weird Every Time I Say My Full Name - Like, That's Me, And Every Time I Hear The Receptionist Say My Name, It's Still Weird.

I Am A Perfect Being In A Perfect World.

It's Quite Nice To See That I Didn't Have To Change Who I Was To Reach Two Very Different Types Of People.

I'd Like To Believe That The Women Who Wear My Clothes Are Not Dressing For Other People, That They're Wearing What They Like And What Suits Them. It's Not A Status Thing.

Both My Partner And I Did Not Get Into Cooking So That We Could Wear Ugly Chef's Coats And Stuff. We Dress Sexy In The Kitchen.