Contrary to popular belief, Kate Moss does indeed have a bad side, and it’s profiled in the March issue of W magazine.
Ostensibly inspired by the spring season’s “good girl” / “bad girl” vibe, Moss was photographed by Steven Klein for a split cover: one in which she looks as angelic as sartorially possible in a lace Vera Wang dress and Erdem habit; the other with burgundy lips and clothed in black leather.
Will Self’s accompanying profile of the model is less informative than it is poetic, but if you love Moss as much as most fashion people do, you’ll likely find it perfectly appropriate.
Moss has aged and continues to age—not gracefully, for she’s a suburban hellion from the outer limits of Cockneydom, but beguilingly. The images seen here delight in the platinum and pearliness of her slightly skew-whiff teeth. I lose myself in the cold reactor shutdown of her brown-to-black eyes. As for that ever feted bone structure? Well, what to do but wax poetic about that perfect geometry: Moss’s mouth no rosebud but a crushed carnation, her cheekbones somehow performing the alien accomplishment of curving down to below its petals.
How have we never before noticed that “alien accomplishment” of her cheekbones? Amen.