I was thinking recently, If the body really is the new dress, as some are saying – with women buying boobs, butts, faces – then who needs a dressmaker? So I started designing spring like a plastic surgeon – everything stretchy and nude. But after three weeks, I was so bored with myself and the world, I began adding diamond butterflies and chiffon and colors. I realized that fashion is not about second skin. It’s not the perfect white shirt or camel jacket. What women need is a dream.