When I went in, my editor said, 'I hope you don't think you're a writer.' And I said, 'I hope you don't think I'm a journalist.' And, uh, turned out we were both right.
I don't know what was in his mind, but I do know Ford was stricken by what he had done, by hitting me.
I never cared for fashion much, amusing little seams and witty little pleats: it was the girls I liked.