this is just another part of the "true artiste" shtick of his that he takes deadly serious.
left New York for Paris but lives in a little house in France outside of Paris, dresses like a Romanian gypsy woman but still somewhat chic, sex workers are his muses, has a plenty of kids and is estranged from them, doesn't like performing his old work, makes art but doesn't release it, gets paid but does none of the obligations he signed up for and now this curmudgeonly shyt
I love him
if it wasn't for Rick Owens and Michelle Lamy you'd barely see him