I was at the absolute height of my awkward phase when I went to Fashion Week. It's supposed to be this place with the most beautiful people in the world, and I was this incredibly tiny, gray-haired - what's the word? - gnome. That was the time in my life when I was most photographed, and I'm not embarrassed by that; I think it's hilarious that in the middle of these rooms full of tall, skinny people in black was this tiny weird person. ... with a giant bow. I think it's awesome that it made a lot of people angry. I felt pleased with that because I spent all my time trying to prove that fashion wasn't just frivolous and could have personal or public meaning, and here you had a bunch of people somehow making a giant bow into a metaphor for the death of fashion journalism.

She sounds great

So I'm right, she's 60 in internet years.