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

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.

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

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 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.

Just remember that, ultimately, dressing is always about attitude, feeling comfortable and confidence

I don't want people to know what is true all the time and that's what keeps the mystery.

It's a sin to be tired.

You've got to stay ahead of the game to be able to stay in it.