Pregnancy is something that I always love. It's about hope and the future and a new baby.

I miss my parents. But still, my granddaughter, my daughter, my grandma, you know, so it's very important for me. You lost your parents, but a new baby comes. It's like the cycle of fashion.

I can't stop staring at my beautiful new baby.

The worst feature of a new baby is its mother's singing.

The new father finally hangs up the phone, laughing at absolutely nothing. "Congratulations," I say, when what I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in stars so that she never, ever does to him what I have done to my parents.

When I left French 'Vogue,' New York welcomed me with a big, big hug.