Style is innate to who I am. My father gave me a picture the other day. I must have been about seven and I had on wing-tip shoes and some cool pants. I thought 'Wow!'
I was who I was in high school in accordance with the rules of conduct for a normal person like obeying your mom and dad. Then I got out of high school and moved out of the house and I just started for lack of a better term running free.
