An
aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless
soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its
mortal dress.
He’s always asking: ‘Is that new? I haven’t seen that before.’ It’s
like, Why don’t you mind your own business? Solve world hunger. Get out
of my closet.
Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the
sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what
is happening.