I'm Not Good At Hiding My Feelings.

Staring Up At The Sky On A Bright, Sunny Day Makes Me Dream And Gives Me Ideas.

I Am Really Glad To Be Working At The Profession That I Love.

But The Customer Is The Final, Final Filter. What Survives The Whole Process Is What People Wear. I'm Not Interested In Making Clothes That End Up In Some Dusty Museum.

I Wouldn't Know How To Find Ebay On The Computer If My Life Depended On It.

I Like To Take On The Thing I Don't Like At The Moment. I Like To Find Something That Looks Wrong Or Feels Off, Something That I Would Never Have Done In The Past, Like Brocade. And Then All Of A Sudden, If We Can Make Brocade Work, Then We've Really Done Something, Because I Hate It. And That's Just A Reference. I Don't Actually Hate Brocade.