You Never Argued With My Mother. You

I'll Never Forget One Morning I Walked In And I Had A Hell Of A Bruise - It Had Been A Difficult Night The Night Before - And A Client Said To Me, 'good God, Vidal, What Happened To Your Face?' And I Said, 'oh, Nothing, Madam, I Just Fell Over A Hairpin.'

If You Don't Look Good, We Don't Look Good.

For Me The Working Of Hair Is Architecture With A Human Element.

My Mother Left Me For Seven Years In An Orphanage.

I Got A Telegraph From My Mother Who Said That My Step-father Had Had A Heart Attack, Come Home And Earn A Living. So I Went Back To England And The Only Thing I Knew To Earn Any Cash Was Through Hairdressing.