L.a. Is My American City.

When I Am On My Deathbed, I Don't Think I Will Be Thinking About A Nice Pair Of Shoes I Had Or My Beautiful House. I Am Going To Be Thinking About An Evening I Spent With Somebody When I Was Twenty Where I Felt That I Was Just Absolutely Connected To Them.

She Needs To Have A Few Drinks And Cry A Little-then She'll Be Perfect.

But As An Adult Working In The Fashion Industry, I Struggle With Materialism. And I'm One Of The Least Materialistic People That Exist, Because Material Possessions Don't Mean Much To Me. They're Beautiful, I Enjoy Them, They Can Enhance Your Life To A Certain Degree, But They're Ultimately Not Important.

Once Upon A Time We Did Not Focus On A President's Private Life.

We Have To Have Genius Creative Thoughts Precisely Four Times A Year And On Exact Dates. I Actually Write Them On My Calendar. I Write, 'friday, Nov. 8. Three O'clock. Have A Genius Creative Idea.'