I’ve turned down millions of dollars to go on reality TV. It’s an absolute no-go.
There will always be a replacement coming along very soon – a newer version, a crazier version, a louder version. So if you haven’t got a long-term plan, then you are merely a passing phase, the latest trend, yesterday’s event.
My dad’s family were political and he was always a theatrical creature, whereas my mum is really musical and her father was the touring pianist with Nat King Cole. My family was an explosive mixture of politics, religion and music – no wonder I turned out how I did.
My mother was a champion high-jumper. My three brothers are basketball players. We’ve all been very athletic.
Now when I enter a carriage, it almost empties. But there’s always one brave enough to stay.
I would have rebelled against parental authority, no matter what. When I was 15, I started painting my face and making my own clothes.
I love women, but I’ve never had a relationship with a woman.
I like to isolate myself when I work because I end up losing my voice by doing interviews all day.
I don’t think ‘pop’ should mean that you had no talent.
When I perform on stage I become those male bullies, those dominators from my childhood. That’s probably why it’s so scary, because they scared me.
I like dressing like a guy. I love it. When I was modeling I used to do pictures where I would dress up like my little brother. No makeup and I looked like a boy.
There’re lots of musicians in my family, too. My mother sings incredibly well. I’ve got to make a record with my mother’s voice on it. She sings a lyric soprano. We do the opposite. I’m a baritone. She’s a star singer in her church. She always does her solo.
I only started getting into furs when the designers I liked started making them.
I wear my furs all the time. I wear like three different ones in a day.
I can look at a fur and tell if it’s good or not.
That’s what they do in Argentina. Have a little wine and talk. Then have some coffee and talk. Then, go back to the wine.
When I started modelling, I’d raise my arms and it was all muscle and all the other models had nothing. Really, everybody thought I was a man. I don’t have to do much to have muscles. It’s just genetic.
My husband used to shout at my mother, ‘What is wrong with your daughter? I’m married to a man.’
I was the only black girl at my junior high school. I had an afro, a Jamaican accent, I looked really old.
I came from a very strict background, and didn’t hear any Jamaican music when I was growing up.