“If men wanted to look good in a skirt, they would need the body of an African. A…” — Yves Saint Laurent

My classmates could see I was not similar. So they made me their scapegoat. They hit me or locked me in the toilets. During the break, I would take refuge in the chapel, or I would arrange to stay alone in the classroom.

I tell myself that I created the wardrobe of the contemporary woman, that I participated in the transformation of my times.

When I look at the five thousand garments and then all this music hall work, I ask myself how I could have done it all. I was a phenomenon!

I just tried to be an artist in my own metier.