Some guys say beauty is only skin deep. But when you walk into a party you don't see somebody's brain. The initial contact has to be the sniffing.
I think we have to believe in things we don't see. That's really important...
I feel by posing for Playboy I've discovered my own sexuality and beauty and...
Perhaps it's good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he's happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art after all but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?
