I came to New York when I was 21, 22. I couldn't speak English. I knew I wanted to go to fashion school.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I grew up in New York, and I've always been surrounded by fashion. My grandmother used to write for 'Vogue' in the '50s, and my mother was a dancer and a model.
When I was 13, I would come visit my aunt and uncle in New York. I decided I wanted to live with them after seeing my cousin's school. Honestly, I just wanted to go to a school where I didn't have to wear uniforms, and my mom said okay.
My parents noticed my love for clothes and encouraged me to study design abroad. I decided to join the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York but never ended up there.
Right when I turned 18, I moved to New York, originally for school, and then dropped out and just lived in New York.
I used to live in New York, and I have friends that work in the fashion world, and I feel like I had an ear to the ground there.
I had just arrived in New York from California. I was nineteen years old and excited beyond belief. I was an art student and an acting student and behaved as most young actors did - meaning that there was no such thing as a good actor, 'cause you yourself hadn't shown up yet.
I got to New York when I was eighteen. I was knocking around, trying to be an actor, writer, musician, whatever happened.
I moved to New York when I was 21 or 22 as a graduate fellow.
In my teens I was interested in photography. Then I decided that I should learn something about the world of commerce. And I came to America at age 17 to escape Europe. I went to NYU - nothing better than being 17 years old and coming to New York.
I was a sort of New York intellectual when I was 16. I wanted to dress like Annie Hall when I was 18.