I’m born with a pencil in my hand. I did lots of sketching.
You cannot be creative with people around you.
I’m German in my mind, but from a Germany that doesn’t exist any more.
No, I’m not a French designer either. I’m from nowhere. I’m a European, old European is all I am.
People can drink with their eyes; I can eat with my nose.
Personally, I don’t wear fur.
I like today and perhaps a little future still, but the past is really something I’m not interested in. So, as far as I’m concerned, I like only the past of things and people I don’t know. When I know, I don’t care because I knew how it was.
I make such big efforts to forget things and I can’t tell the story of my life because, thank God, I’m still living it.
What I hate is nasty, ugly people.
Buy clothes the size you want to wear.
I never had to learn English, French and German because I was brought up as all three languages. I had a private French teacher before I even went to school. That helped a lot.
Doing collections, doing fashion is like a non-stop dialogue.
I had nearly finished school because I was making effort not that bad on that. But there was a law in Germany after the war. You could not make your final examination before 18, so lots of people who were late because of the way had to do it first.
What I like about music is the songs you can remember the lines of in a single second.
In France there are, I think, less than one per cent of people who are too skinny.
I never go anywhere. I do sketches and make phone calls, and people visit. It’s more fun to come to Paris.
I can tell you all kinds of moral tales, but fashion and reality are vaguely different.
I think it’s horrible that people have to be told. Don’t smoke! Everybody knows it’s bad for the health. But they have to forbid it.
I never drink anything hot; I don’t like hot drinks, very strange.
Who buys French cars? Not me.