Once I was walking from The Mercer in New York - because otherwise I don't walk anywhere - and this woman paparazzo who was following me fell over a fire hydrant and her whole tooth went through her lip. I leant over her, saying, 'Are you all right?' and she was still taking pictures.

I worked with Herb Ritts on the Marky Mark shoot, and then Steven Meisel, and then they'd start sending limos for me, and I was like, 'That is so embarrassing. I'm not getting in a stretch limo by myself to go to a shoot.' That whole New York thing of, 'You are fabulous! Turn up to a Meisel shoot in a limo and you're fabulous!'

It couldn't have happened anywhere but in little old New York.

New York is traditional New York, you know what I'm saying? It's the stomping ground of the hustlers and go-getters.

When it's three o'clock in New York, it's still 1938 in London.

New York is not operating in isolation. It is a national strategy.