I Am Not A Person

I Love New York. It's Given Me So Much As A Designer. When I Moved Here, I Wanted To Tap Into The Glamour Of The City Immediately. More Than Anywhere Else, New York Offers Itself Up - You Arrive And Get A Rush In A Flash. It's Dazzling. Everywhere You Look, There Is Decoration, From A Pair Of Jewel-encrusted Shoes In The Window In Bergdorf Goodman To The Chrysler Building. And New York Is Incredibly Democratic. Everyone Is Packed Into This Tiny Space. You Are Confronted With All Manner Of People, And I Love That.

My Grandmother Was Probably The First Person Who I Thought Was Beautiful. She Was Incredibly Stylish, She Had Big Hair, Big Cars. I Was Probably 3 Years Old, But She Was Like A Cartoon Character. She'd Swoop Into Our Lives With Presents And Boxes, And She Always Smelled Great And Looked Great.

I Worry Constantly And Obsess Over Things, But I Just Don't Let Fear Stand In The Way Of Doing Something That I Really Want To Do.

What's So Wrong With Vanity? It's Different From Narcissism, You Know? It's Not About Admiring Yourself-it's About Taking Pride In Your Appearance.

It's Hard Not To Be Sexy In A Pair Of High Heels.