I’ve always loved clothes and since the age of four or five, have always demanded the independence to decide what I’ll wear. The worst thing in the world for me is a dress code. The minute someone tells me that I can’t wear something, I want to rebel and do exactly the opposite. It’s true what Tom Ford says, that dressing well is a form of manners. It’s polite to make the people around you at ease by dressing appropriately for the occasion or setting. And I’ll try to be as appropriate as I can, but I want to do it in the framework of what makes me comfortable, not what makes someone else comfortable.
For example, I love wearing shorts. I understand that sometimes, that can be super upsetting to certain kinds of people — they don’t like it, they don’t think it’s appropriate. Well, that might be true in particular cases, and I do try to err on the side of like caution. The great thing today is that I can wear shorts more freely than I was ever able to do in the past, and I’m happy about that, I like it. But I prefer to do it with a tailored jacket and to not wear sneakers and shorts — to wear, instead, a benchmade shoe from Tricker’s or Church’s feels like I’m still making an effort, but in my own way.