In fashion, everything comes and goes.
A lesser complaint: hair extensions. There are moments on 'All My Children' when half the women actors, young and old, seem to be afflicted by android Barbie creep. All those thick swatches of lifeless strands clustering lankly round ladies' necks! Like orange tanning spray, this is a fashion fad that should be put out of its misery.
Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
Just because something is on trend, it might not work for you.
I have this overriding principle that streetwear could end up like disco: that it will be perceived well at the time but doesn't age well at all.
In fashion, there are so many gangs, if you identify too much with one, you get caught - I would lose my freedom.
Seasons are really annoying. You get a really great pair of shoes or a beautiful pair of boots, and then you try to get them again four months later, and they say, 'Oh no, that was last season.'
One thing the futurists never get right, though, is that the extreme desire for polyester only lasted a brief period in the '70s!
The 1990s, in New York at least, were all about who could have the baggiest pants, and I definitely got swept up in that fad. Luckily, it didn't last long - but I've made sure that my pants fit ever since.
It's difficult to choose a Word of the Year in the year that you're in. It's one of those things that hindsight makes more apparent. It's like looking at pictures from 10 years ago, and you notice the flannel and the ripped jeans. At the time, it didn't look to you like a real fashion trend.
It makes me cross when I hear people say, 'It's so last season.' I always say, 'It's vintage.'
The novelty of corsets and dresses and hats very soon wears off.
I'm not a snob about which looks are 'this season' and which are 'last season.'
