I don’t look at fashion the way other people do.

So many times I’ve wanted to crack up, standing there stiff while seven women are crawling round my toes fixing hems and the designer’s having a freak-out because the denim cuffs are crooked. I’m on the verge of hysteria.

There’ve been times when I’ve bought a whole pound of cheese and walked down the street and eaten it in one go.

Everything we have is everything we love – it’s basically like we picked for our homes and then just put it for sale in a store.

It’s incredible to have been part of fashion history – my whole career has been one big highlight.

To tell you the truth, I’ve never weighed myself. When somebody asks me my statistics or whatever I honestly don’t know.

If I have an hour in a city, I go to vintage stores first because it’s so much cooler to find a piece that is unique. I love the thought of some girl having worn it before and living her life in it.

Some designers retain a sense of humour about what they do, but others are deathly serious and have no life outside of it; they’re lying awake night after night constructing dresses in their heads.

I wasn’t worried about turning 40 at all.

I want to live to be 120. That’s when I will start worrying about my age.