I'm Good At Using My Face As

I Can Be Fearlessly Strong At Times To Protect An Inner Frailty.

I Don't Analyze What I'm Doing. I've Read Convincing Interpretations Of My Work, And Sometimes I've Noticed Something That I Wasn't Aware Of, But I Think, At This Point, People Read Into My Work Out Of Habit. Or I'm Just Very, Very Smart.

The Models Have Always Been The Least Interesting Thing About Fashion.

So Many Things Suddenly Made Sense For The Clowns, For The Whole Idea. I’d Been Going Through A Struggle, Particularly After 9/11; I Couldn’t Figure Out What I Wanted To Say. I Still Wanted The Work To Be The Same Kind Of Mixture – Intense, With A Nasty Side Or An Ugly Side, But Also With A Real Pathos About The Characters – And Clowns Have An Underlying Sense Of Sadness While They’re Trying To Cheer People Up. Clowns Are Sad, But They’re Also Psychotically, Hysterically Happy.

I Think People Are More Apt To Believe Photographs, Especially If It’s Something Fantastic. They’re Willing To Be More Gullible. Sometimes They Want Fantasy. Even If They Know It’s Fake They Can Believe Anything. People Are Accustomed To Being Told What To Believe In.