I used the name Diplo at one show when I was really young, and it just stuck. I never meant to keep it. But it's kinda cool.
I think our first record was a fluke, really. The fact that it went platinum and all that, it was all due to one video and the timing being just right.
When I was young, I used to tell my mum that she had to get me on the TV, but then modelling just sort of happened.
I never envisioned myself being a film star at all. Most people know that pro wrestling is a little bit of an accident for me. I never really had any real aspirations of being in front of a camera.
There are the people who really, really enjoy being celebrities, and then there are the people who came by it maybe by accident. I'm one of those people who fiercely guards their privacy, so I hate doing interviews.
I'm not in public life except by accident.
I became the world's queen of sweaters without even knowing how one was made.
When we started off, we weren't even thinking of being a global band. We just ended up becoming that.
I was an accidental model. One day I was asked to me a model by a neighbor who was short on models. Then I got into TV.
Films happened to me accidentally when I met Marc Robinson in a hotel in Goa, where my mum worked as a supervisor. I would often go there, and the manager there would see me and tell my mom that I should try being a model.
Early in my life, without any supporting evidence, I fretted over what I believed was my fate: accidentally becoming an international pop star. The pages of my diary were filled with hypothetical ethical dilemmas.
I wasn't looking to be a star, I just happened to love acting, I was a reluctant actor.
Since I became accidentally famous, it did give me access and, through that access, power that I couldn't just walk away from.
You never really see me, unless its accidental, in the tabloids or any of those magazines.
I, sort of, got into comedy accidentally, and it got bigger than I wanted it to.
I sort of ended up in Los Angeles by accident. And it was sort of terrible to be jostled into this position of a fame-hungry starlet. Which is so honestly not me! In fact, I could use a bit more of that because I am such a hermit! So I allowed myself to get really bothered.
