I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit together at the table of brotherhood.

There are two kinds of designers: ones who are very happy locked in their office surrounded by their coterie. The last thing they need to do is to go to a trunk show they'd go running for the hills. I not only enjoy it I think how do you design things that are applicable to life - unless you live it?

Success is like death. The more successful you become the higher the houses in the hills get and the higer the fences get.

I had the best of both worlds when I was a kid. I'd spend a quiet week with my mum then I'd go to my dad's property in the Adelaide Hills where there were all these kids and animals running around.

Don't forget Mother's Day. Or as they call it in Beverly Hills Dad's Third Wife Day.

I've performed in Auburn Hills at The Palace so I haven't really been in downtown Detroit but I've been able to be here and I can really see what the city was. Like I can feel why Motown started here and how amazing it was.

Now suddenly there was nothing but a world of cloud and we three were there alone in the middle of a great white plain with snowy hills and mountains staring at us and it was very still but there were whispers.