The winters are to fashionable women what a campaign once was to the soldiers of the Empire.

…They were cooks, they were laborers, they were fighters, they maintained supply lines. It’s interesting to me how women get involved in a conflict, and this was a terrible conflict. So I wanted to make dresses that would protect these women metaphorically.

An army primarily composed of women who set out to fight.

Back of every soldier is a woman.

Wings I saw springing from fair women's shoulders, and from beneath rubble I've seen butterflies flutter.

The flaring hoop-skirt had had its day, but complete coverage was still the fashion, woman's form being left to one's imagination.

We bow our heads in respect for those Soviet women who displayed exceptional courage in the severe time of war. Never before but during the days of the war the grandeur of spirit and the invincible will of our Soviet women, their selfless dedication, loyalty and affection to their Homeland, their boundless persistence in work and their heroism on the front manifested themselves with such strength.

I wanted to be considered a good craftsman. I wanted my dresses to be constructed like buildings, molded to the curves of the female form, stylizing its shape.

::The heavy armor becomes the winged dress

The beautiful, architectonically constructed, severely formed bodies of these women [his girlfriend in Berlin and life companion, Erna with her sister Gerda] replaced the soft Saxon physique.

At a stage in history when women were first organizable they came together to protest against war and to offer reasonable substitutes for settling international disagreements.

The women looked pretty, except when you got near them, but they were very clumsy about the waist. They had all full white sleeves of some kind or other, and most of them had big belts with a lot of strips of something fluttering from them like the dresses in a ballet, but of course there were petticoats under them. The strangest figures we saw were the Slovaks, who were more barbarian than the rest, with their

I suppose the artists invented the firm breasts they put on women, and that in reality all women had flabby ones.

I model irregular clothing.