‘Kenzo wear Kenzo (homme), practically a classic, blue and grey flannel, and he smokes Gauloises Vertes. For the past seventeen years, he has been one within the other, he is Japanese man from Paris, like there are Russians from Nice. Is he more or less from Japan than Karl Lagerfeld is from Germany, Pierre Cardin from Italy, or Yves Saint Laurent from North Africa ? This last pair, along with the irruption of André Courrèges – Mr Clean – allowed him to breath an air that he has not wanted to leave since. ‘New York ? Yes, for a fortnight, it’s fun, but no longer. Tokyo ? If I don’t go there at least once a year, then I miss it. But I quickly feel as though there is little to be said with my family’.