I was kind of ashamed of my bourgeois family as a teenager, I guess — I had dreadlocks, shopped in thrift stores and pretended I had no money. At that time, I would have spat on a girl who was buying Yves Saint Laurent. I always laugh today thinking if I ran into my younger self, she would slap me. Wearing designer clothes was like selling my soul to the devil.
— Lou Doillon, on her style evolution