It's all about the blanket. Blanket, pillow, and red wine. You should always be asleep on a plane.

Now I can walk into a room full of people I don't know and do my job. That's quite a massive thing to learn, I think.

I'm not traditionally a beauty, but apparently people think I'm alright.

A lot of horrible, unfair, untrue things have been said about me. I can only say that the best revenge is success.

I was definitely living fast. I was working, traveling a lot, playing. I didn't stop. It all became unbalanced.

I've been blamed for everything, from smoking to heroin to anorexia.

My daughter, Lila, is my style critic. She'll say, "No, Mummy, you can't wear that." She's very good. I do trust her instinct.

I like creating images.

Going to the gym wouldn't be on my list of favorite things to do.

It doesn't matter; even if you do tend to wear the same things all the time, it's how you wear them and your attitude that counts.

I have met almost everyone I've wanted to meet.

I'm not a show-off by nature.

I thought it was quite vain to say, I want to be a model.

I just haven't found anyone that I want to spend long periods of time with.

I try and be as normal as I can, but it's all pretty mental to be honest.

Now I'm being blamed not only for anorexia but for lung cancer.

I havent partied since...last Friday!

I never did a dirty armpit. You can look dirty, but you can't be dirty.

I hadn't even thought about what I wanted to do when I left school because I was only 14 when I started modelling.