Without gay men, I am nothing.
I have to wake up and drink chamomile tea to slow down.
I grew up studying ballet; I grew up honing my craft.
I had to fight like hell to convince people I was beautiful in my own Polish half-breed way.
I’m able to move like no one else you’ve ever seen in front of a camera.
I have to make sure I exercise and that the ingredients that go into my body are completely organic.
I can only speak from my own personal experience, being behind the camera and in front of it, but every magazine cover you see is completely airbrushed.
Phil Spector is probably a better date than Roman Polanski.
The past explains how I got here, but the future is up to me -and I love to live life at full throttle.
But you see, that’s the gilded prison of fashion. We’re riding in private jets, and meantime I was so incredibly, painfully sad and lonely.
As the saying goes, I want to be the best-looking corpse there is.
I borrow bits from everyone.