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I Love To Design. I Am A Commercial Fashion Designer. I Always Design Jackets With Two Sleeves. I Don't Design Jackets With Three Sleeves, Or The Layers And Layers Come Off Like Little Dolls From Russia. Fashion For Me Is A Creative Endeavor, But It Is Not Art For Me.

I Interview These People All The Time Who Come To My Office And Say, "i Want To Be A Fashion Designer." I Tell Them Where They Should Start, And They Say, "i Don't Want To Do That. I Don't Want To Get Anyone Coffee." Don't They Know It Is Great To Get People Coffee?

But As An Adult Working In The Fashion Industry, I Struggle With Materialism. And I'm One Of The Least Materialistic People That Exist, Because Material Possessions Don't Mean Much To Me. They're Beautiful, I Enjoy Them, They Can Enhance Your Life To A Certain Degree, But They're Ultimately Not Important.

If My Parents Had Discouraged Me, I Would Have Turned Out Very Differently. They Raised Me In An Open-minded, Liberal Environment.

If I'm Sending Emails, And I Get All Wound Up And Stressed And Don't Know What To Do With Myself For 20 Minutes, I Just Go Soak In Hot Water And Lie There, Thinking, 'what Should I Do?' So It's Meditative.