Dressing is a way of life.
Isn't elegance forgetting what one is wearing?
Fashions fade, style is eternal.
When I look at the five thousand garments and then all this music hall work, I ask myself how I could have done it all. I was a phenomenon!
It pains me physically to see a woman victimized, rendered pathetic, by fashion.
I told myself repeatedly, 'One day you will be famous.'
I'm so secluded. Very alone.
I am no longer concerned with sensation and innovation, but with the perfection of my style.
If men wanted to look good in a skirt, they would need the body of an African. And the colour. A skirt with white, skinny legs. Horrible!
I'm very sure of myself - what I do and what I like.
I live in solitude. I have need of solitude to do the next day's work. I can't be to parties where the noise tires me. I can't speak on the telephone. I must have complete calm.
I want to thank all the women who have worn my clothes, the famous and the unknown, who have been so faithful to me and given me so much joy.
