Moda Je Prolazna, Dok Stil Traje, On

Fashions Pass Quickly, And Nothing Is More Pathetic Than Those Puppets Of Fashion Outrageously Made Up One Day, Pale The Next, Pleated Or Ironed Stiff, Libertine Or Ascetic. Playing With Fashion Is An Art. The First Rule Is Don't Burn Your Wings.

I Like To Watch The Way A Model Moves In My Clothes, The Way She Gives Them Life, Or If They Are Wrong, Stillborn, The Way Her Life Rejects Them.

Without Elegance Of The Heart, There Is No Elegance.

The Street And Me Is A Love Story. 1971 Is A Great Date Because, Finally, Fashion Took To The Street.

Blue Jeans? They Should Be Worn By Farm Girls Milking Cows!