My mother has an incredible rigidity, which is very Catholic.

Some people just use beautiful things to just shop or to have a tribal feeling - 'Oh, blah, blah, blah, I'm wearing Hermes; blah, blah, blah, I'm wearing Saint Laurent; blah-blah blah' - because it's like a need, a tribe, recognition: 'Ahh, my Rolex.' But I run away from anything which is too recognizable - it's my nature.

slovenly and outwardly repulsive. But at the same time, is there not something magnetic?

Everybody helped me,

I just don't get death at all. Yes, it's there. But I don't get it.

I like women with style to wear my shoes.