I mean, even my dressing room at the studio has candles and cushions and cashmere rugs and things.
If I must drool, I may as well drool on cashmere.
I do not believe in God. I believe in cashmere.
I wanted to create something that would live on forever, beyond my time, and out of that came Cashmere Mist.
Playing a concerto with Zubin is like being surrounded by a well-loved, cashmere-lined silk glove.
