Seeing Cubism paintings at the Beaubourg makes me very happy and, also, old films.

If men wanted to look good in a skirt, they would need the body of an African. And the colour. A skirt with white, skinny legs. Horrible!

My classmates could see I was not similar. So they made me their scapegoat. They hit me or locked me in the toilets. During the break, I would take refuge in the chapel, or I would arrange to stay alone in the classroom.

I try to only be in agreeable circumstances.

I do not decide that skirts shall be short or long. The shape of the dress itself often dictates the length.

Basic clothes are for all women, to last for decades and decades. They are the future and will never change. I am persuaded of that.

Poiret made clothes for individual customers, but I wouldn't like to make a dress just for its own sake.

I tell myself that I created the wardrobe of the contemporary woman, that I participated in the transformation of my times.

I live in solitude. I have need of solitude to do the next day's work. I can't be to parties where the noise tires me. I can't speak on the telephone. I must have complete calm.

When I look at the five thousand garments and then all this music hall work, I ask myself how I could have done it all. I was a phenomenon!