She is beautiful beyond belief. She is enough to drive you mad, but she doesn’t know it. Nothing, she doesn’t know a thing.

I love you, just remember that. And please don’t punish me by avoiding me.

I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

She was art, she was wrecked, she became an artist.

I design clothes because I don’t want women to look all innocent and naïve…I want women to look stronger…I don’t like women to be taken advantage of…I don’t like men whistling at women in the street. I think they deserve more respect. I like men to keep their distance from women, I like men to be stunned by an entrance. I’ve seen a woman get nearly beaten to death by her husband. I know what misogyny is…I want people to be afraid of the women I dress.