Technology is the only means through which you touch on new things.

I think the experience of feeling isolated, of not fitting in, creates the urge to explore.

I have an interest in architecture, although more theoretically than anything else. I think architecture tries to understand what the body wants to occupy, not the body itself.

I wanted to be a pilot, but I was always drawing bodies. When I realised I wanted to pursue something creative, my parents pushed me towards architecture.

My interest in fashion came from my interest in the body as a central cultural figure, not from admiring other designers - but of course I love Mason Martin Margiela, and I love Sybilla.

I wish we could edit our lives, be more selective with whom we spend time and what we spend our money on. To appreciate more what we all have - we appreciate things more when we lose them.

It's not always important to do a "show," but a live element always works better for me, unless I am making a film that goes beyond the clothes.

My furniture is banal and my house is pretty empty. The hardest thing to find is a sofa that is comfortable and looks good. The ones I like are never comfortable.

London scene consists of mostly foreigners. We see ourselves as British in many ways, but not English.

If you don't interfere with me, I'll always do something really good.

There aren't a lot of situations where I look back and I say, The decision I actually made or the course we actually pursued was the wrong course.

What do artists do? Artists give people something they didn't know they were missing: a dance, a piece of music, a painting, a piece of sculpture. Catering to that need is the best business strategy.

What is opportunity to the man who can't use it? An unfecundated egg, which the waves of time wash away into nonentity.

I generally had to give in.

In high school, I definitely fancied myself an intense guy, which is so lame.

I am not as bad as people would suggest. Not as good as I would like to be.

God may work in light, but we mortals work in pigment.

. . . you may think I waste my breath Pretending that there can be passion That has more life in it than death

The vulgar mind always mistakes the exceptional for the important.