Fashions Fade, Style Is Eternal.

To Be Beautiful, Woman Enough To Have A Black Sweater, Black Skirt And Walk Arm In Arm With The Man She Loves.

I Participated In The Transformation Of My Era. I Did It With Clothes, Which Is Surely Less Important Than Music, Architecture, Painting But Whatever It's Worth I Did It.

I Cannot Pretend To Do Sculpture And Make A Woman The Ridiculous Pedestal Of My Pretensions. To Render Clothing Poetic, Yes--but One Must Preserve Its Dignity As Clothing.

Elegance Is No Longer Significant; Clothes Have To Be Fun.

My Name Will Be Written In Fiery Letters On The Champs Elysees.