I am aware that my musical style is not necessarily to the taste of all of you. I've got a heightened 'boredom factor' if music gets too redundant.

I became aware that I did not know as much about my musical trade as puerile conceit had led me to suppose. My dedication to practice did not burgeon fully until I came under the ponderous, yet benign, influence of my great master, Eugene Ysaye.

Mr Dior had a vision. He knew what taste was, he knew what style was. And he knew what made a woman pretty. And I don't think that's changed from (then) till now.

Taste is more to do with manners than appearances. Taste is both myth and reality; it is not a style.

I’m forever near a stereo saying, ‘What the fuck is this garbage?’ And the answer is always the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Menswear is about subtlety. It's about good style and good taste.