I have often said that I wish I had invented blue jeans: the most spectacular, the most practical, the most relaxed and nonchalant. They have expression, modesty, sex appeal, simplicity -- all I hope for in my clothes.
We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.
It pains me physically to see a woman victimized, rendered pathetic, by fashion.
A good model can advance fashion by ten years.
Fashions fade, but style is eternal.
I knew the youthfulness of the sixties: Talitha and Paul Getty lying on a starlit terrace in Marrakesh, beautiful and damned, and a whole generation assembled as if for eternity where the curtain of the past seemed to lift before an extraordinary future.