Art thou a type of beauty, or of power, Of sweet enjoyment, or disastrous sin?
I try to live with the idea that karma is a very real thing. So I put out what I want to get back.
Hold your head high, and your middle finger higher.
People bullshit and fakeness are the main reasons why I like to be alone.
I haven't gone completely insane, but it might happen soon.
No one ever gets tired of loving. But everyone gets tired of waiting, assuming, hearing lies, and hurting.
I don't want to open my mouth or speak anymore, because everything I say becomes scandalous. It wears you out.
Anytime you see a constrained market, where consumption is limited to those who have special skills or are wealthy, that signals an opportunity for innovation.
In terms of bridal dress, I've tried everything. I've tried short, long, deconstructed, constructed, bustiers, working in fabrics, working in color. I've been working in color in bridal for probably 15 years. Who else would do an entire collection dipped in tea? I did that one year. My design team dipped every single dress in tea in a bathtub. I did that just because I wanted to work out of the vocabulary of white.
How can you eat anything with eyes?
I'm afraid to laugh out loud, because there's so much information.