I will never entirely forgive Starck for designing a hotel in New York in which I once had the misfortune to stay , a place so intimidatingly fashionable that access to the lounge was forbidden to anyone not at the very least wearing Calvin Klein underpants ( you think I 'm joking ? ) , but it is enlightening to watch him at work , and to hear his crazy aphorisms ; for example , that good design is about " life , sex , flesh , sweat . "