In Italy, the Milanese are well organized but follow bourgeois taste. They adhere to certain codes of elegance, but not to individualism.

Italy is a divided country without a center.

French design hardly exists, except as artificial modernism.

But the Milanese have made bad choices, bad fashion, and bad jewelry.

Going out in Paris was like going out in the ’30s dressed like the Andrews Sisters. It was everything I’d seen in books at my grandparents’ house, only it was our generation.

We all look for lost time.

They say that the best furniture and clothing design from the ’50s and ’60s is Scandinavian or Milanese.

There are days when I’m completely depressed and able to do only one drawing.

The idea of seeing everybody clad the same is not really my cup of tea.

There’s always some kind of hidden logic.

I translated Beatles songs for my English class.

I’d experienced the ’40s and ’50s by looking at my grandparents’ old clothes, books, and magazines.

In Italy, the Milanese are well organized but follow bourgeois taste. They adhere to certain codes of elegance, but not to individualism.

The notion of time bothers me. You look at thirty-year-old photographs and realize how the time has passed.