It took me three years to learn to dress in the American way, especially in winter. That was just like me. I barely wear socks even now.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I can't remember a time when I didn't love fashion. As a child, I was always particular about what I'd wear. I remember feeling most aggrieved that I had to put on a dull uniform to go to boarding school.
I get quite excited about things other people have worn. I went through a phase as a student when I wore a lot of 1940s tea dresses.
I came to New York when I was 21, 22. I couldn't speak English. I knew I wanted to go to fashion school.
I never kept up with the fashions. I believed in wearing what I thought looked good on me.
I got to the point where I was sick of fashion again, like I was at the end of high school.
I have always loved fashion since I was a kid and customized my school uniforms.
Ever since I was little, my mum used to choose an outfit for me and lay it on the bed so I'd know what I was wearing the next day. I never went to a uniformed school, so I always had an outfit - and I never really grew out of that, I don't think.
I feel less pressure to dress youthfully. I'm 50 and everyone knows I'm 50 - who are you kidding? Jeans are my uniform. I have about 15 pairs.
I love fashion. I always have. When I was a kid, I was in almost full-on costumes when I went to school, and I've retained a bit of that in my adulthood.
My mum was very conscious about fashion and my dad was born into the tailoring tradition, so fashion has always been my life, although now, really, I wear the same thing - just in different weights - light and heavy cashmere in winter and cotton in summer.