As years go by, I openly pray that my mind doesn’t go fluttering. It seems inevitable. Or if it does, it better be out of the public eyes and ears.
Marc Jacobs hasn’t said his prayers for a long time now and look what linguistic, etymological and cerebral mess he’s gotten himself into: (it’s a recent interview he gave to the NYer with Robert Duffy, his forever business partner)
The way my mind works is somebody else has got this so down that they don’t make mistakes and their process is so much more linear than mine. I’ll think that, but, at some point, you know what? This is my process and I don’t know how to do it any other way. I’m sure there are people who can’t afford — who don’t have the luxury of being quite as organic as we are.
I read those lines a couple of times and the meaning of it all eludes me. Is it because I’m not that organic as Marc?