Maybe I Think Too Much.

In My Planet, Fashion, I'm The Only Straight Man.

I Was A Disaster Child. I Remember I Make Very Often My Mother Cry.

My Dream, Maybe Because Of My Family, Of Course, Was To Be A Painter. I Chose In One Moment The Direction Of Textiles; From Textiles I Went To Fashion.

In The Beginning, I Loved Being Famous, But Now I Am Tired Of It And I Would Like To Go Back To My Freedom.

What Is Too Much? There Is No Such Thing!