Life Is A Fashion Show, The World

I Don't Think There Is Ever A Wrong Time For A Polka Dot.

I Love My Life. I Can't Believe I Work In New York And Paris. That I Work For Louis Vuitton. That I Work For Marc Jacobs. It Seems Really Weird Every Time I Say My Full Name - Like, That's Me, And Every Time I Hear The Receptionist Say My Name, It's Still Weird.

Any Opportunity To Adorn Oneself Is Human, And Accessories Are An Easy Way To Do It.

I Can Remember Years Ago, When Kate Moss First Came Around And There Were So Many Articles. Everyone Was Saying That It Was Heroin Chic - That She Was A Waif, That She Was Anorexic. But Kate Would Eat Just As Much As Anybody I Knew - The Media Had Just Turned Her Into This Thing. It Must Be Really, Really Hard When You're The Object Of That.

I Always Find It Kind Of Embarrassing, Kind Of Funny, And Kind Of Exciting. In New York I'm Recognized A Lot, Although Nobody Says Anything. You Know, They Stare At You Just A Second Too Long. But In Paris It's Not As Commonplace To Be Recognized.