I'm a late riser by my family's standards. Sleeping is a luxury because since I was young, I woke up very early to go ice-skating. So I'm really not a morning girl. Once I complained to my friend Sharon Stone about it and she said, "I don't think Picasso woke up at five in the morning to go farming," so now I always say that. I need seven to eight hours of sleep. If I'm lucky, and it's a weekend, I get 10. I wear Rick Owens T-shirts to bed. They are like my thermals, since I sleep with the room at near freezing temperatures, like a meat locker.
I get to the office, and I run to the first fire that needs to be put out. It's like having five kids: You run to the kid that is crying the loudest. We are like a family here.
I don't go out to lunch unless it's for business or a dear friend's birthday. But I never miss a meal; I have to feed my brain. I go through phases with what I eat for lunch: I like sashimi with brown rice and vegetables, Chinese steamed broccoli with chicken and rice, or the artichoke salad or fish from Sant Ambroeus. At one point I was eating a slice of Ray's pizza every day, and I never gained a pound on it. It's not a bad thing if you squeeze out that excess oil. It's so filling. I only drink water; I stopped drinking Diet Coke six years ago. That was the hardest thing I ever gave up.
I'm never in my own office; it's just a nice fantasy. But I'm a sports fanatic, so if there's a tennis Grand Slam, I have that going on the TV in there nonstop. What I'm really doing is dealing with all the different lines of product we handle: from poring over china patterns to small leather goods at Kohl's. I usually don't take phone calls during the day. I like to be extremely flexible and make myself available, so I'm usually roaming around—my brain is on 360-degree roam.
When I get home is when I really work. My other office is my bed; I'll lie there sketching. That's my process: I can't design without clarifying it in my mind first.