Bob Dylan:Bobby, Bobby, when you were in Paris with Yves and I, they were good times. Of course, not as good as the times now because otherwise there'd be no point in living, hmm? But I can't compare then to now, so fetch me a red telephone!
You used to sing my lullabyes, or at least that I think they were. As I lay in my big brass bed, you stood beside me singing some words whilst Yves got high on a lolipop, or cabbage.
Do you know anybody else stylish? Of course Yves, myself and Anna will be on here later...but you fashion people, you fashion people are hardly ever stylish. If you were, you wouldn't need to buy designer all the time to affirm you're faux-stylishness.
I know how you think:
"If I have my Chanel bag with my Fendi trenchcoat and my Karl Lagerfeld pants, and my bra, and my Chloe bra, and my Prada breasts....then I'll be stylish!"
No no no. Yes, it's important to own some Chanel and Fendi and Karl Lagerfeld. But not for style, darlings. No- you own these things for your soul. They are soul-food.
Style is something in the wind, in the sewers, in the shoehorns. You must build a style-net, like a butterfly net, and catch style and attach it to yourself. This is why I always wear something- a badge, a broach, whatever, on my tie. To keep my style attached to myself.