I had this wild imagination. I was never me. All my childhood photos, I'm in fancy dress, playing a Russian refuge or Marvelous Mad Madam Mim.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I never really address myself to any image anybody has of me. That's like fighting with ghosts.
Russia is now very far from being a communist country, but when I walked around Moscow, I kept glimpsing these haunting images. There were statues of Lenin and some neon signs of the hammer and sickle. I remembered myself then as a little girl, living under that oppression.
In 'Summer and Smoke,' I was supposed to be a plain-Jane wallflower, and instead, I had all these costumes. I looked like a Barbie doll.
I've always had an active imagination.
I was a wild, mischievous kid, and I had tremendous imagination. Any experience I had, I'd try to reenact it.
When I was on my own in a hotel room in Romania, I had the imagination to keep myself occupied.
I took individual photographs of Annie Liebovitz, I kept taking her picture.
There was always that kind of imagination in our house, which was always a little crazy.
I was a terrible painter - my portraits looked like the evil chimera love-children of Picasso's demoiselles and the BBC test card clown.
I had a picture-perfect childhood.