I could not help but feel uneasy.
Since my debut in Paris in 1981, I had been hated as the "yellow peril," but all of a sudden I was held up as a "master," and then, to top it all off, I was hailed as the "savior of the Paris mode."

Yukihiro Takahashi, left, was drunk when he offered to do the music for my next show, but I was clear-headed enough to ask, "Do you really mean that?" (Photo courtesy of Yohji Yamamoto)
Avant-garde samurai takes on music and conducts anti-mode experiments