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It’s a philosophy of life. A practice. If you do this, something will change, what will change is that you will change, your life will change, and if you can change you, you can perhaps change the world. Never in my wildest dreams did I entertain the idea that I would become a fashion designer. I wanted to dress the woman who lives and works, not the woman in a painting. Fashion to me has become very disposable; I wanted to get back to craft, to clothes that could last. My learning process is by eye alone; it’s not at all scientific.

It’s hard to balance everything. It’s always challenging. I’d like to believe that the women who wear my clothes are not dressing for other people, that they’re wearing what they like and what suits them. It’s not a status thing. Clothes mean nothing until someone lives in them. I don’t like trends. They tend to make everybody look the same. My aim is to make the poor look rich and the rich look poor.

I love my beauty. It’s not my fault. What I hate is nasty, ugly people. I’ve always tried to push myself technically and to push myself visually. That’s been part of the journey. Design and style should work toward making you look good and feel good without a lot of effort so you can get on with the things that matter. Don’t dress to kill, dress to survive.

I was the first person to have a punk rock hairstyle. Give me time and I’ll give you a revolution. Age and size are only numbers. It’s the attitude you bring to clothes that make the difference. Some people think luxury is the opposite of poverty. It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity. When I was young, I lived like an old woman, and when I got old, I had to live like a young person.

Fashion is not just about fabric; it’s a language that speaks who you are without words. I’ve always believed that breaking rules creates trends, not following them. Every stitch, every color, every rip in the denim is a statement of rebellion against conformity. When I wore that first spiked mohawk, it wasn’t just hair—it was a declaration that I’d never blend into the crowd. Style is personal, a canvas where you paint your defiance or your dreams, and it’s the courage to wear it unapologetically that sparks change.

Style doesn’t age—it evolves. You wear your confidence, and the clothes just follow. Every outfit is a chance to rewrite your story, to challenge the ordinary. I’ve seen decades pass, trends fade, and new ones rise, but the core of fashion remains: it’s about owning your presence. Whether it’s a tailored suit or a thrifted jacket, the magic lies in how you carry it. Age might wrinkle the skin, but style keeps the spirit young, daring you to experiment, to mix the unexpected, to live boldly through every choice you make.