I don’t like dreams or reality. I like when dreams become reality because that is my life.
Sometimes I have chosen to see films just by their posters.
Clothes became my attraction and obsession early. I wasn’t so interested in dressing myself because I was not my object of desire.
Dressing is a pleasure; clothes are not a joke.
I’m still astounded by some people’s reaction to things I consider quite normal.
In France, history is paralyzing.
To show the relativity of what’s good taste and what’s not is something I like to play with.
I love Madonna. She is the only woman I have asked to marry me. She refused, of course.
What is masculine and what is feminine, anyway?
In America, women are powerful and strong, determined. If they want to be an object, they choose to be in control.
People are so codified – it’s sad.
I am 1952. I masticate. I am like a big stomach.
I start each collection thinking how I can refresh my classics.
I was fascinated by movies from age 12.
I was lucky to have parents who loved me.
If it’s too fashiony, it’s not interesting to me.
My clothes have always been expensive. Even though I have had a few lower-priced lines over the years, little by little everything I do tends toward the luxury market.
People are fed up with something when it becomes more and more popular.
People think that everyone wears black in France; in fact they all wear grey.
My best experiences with movies have come when I didn’t know what to see.
To conform is to give in.