| birthdate january 16, 1974
birthplace: croydon, surrey
nationality: british
hair color: varies; dark blonde/light brown
eye color: hazel
height: 5'7"
weight: kate claims she never weighs herself
status: single
love interests: dated photographer mario sorrenti (responsible for calvin klein's obsession campain); dated actor johnny depp from 1994-1998
pet: a cocker spaniel named sid
home: london
Contact her:
Kate Moss
women model management
107 greene st.
new york, ny 10012
Viva la Revolution
interview and (c) by Jefferson Hack
People naturally expect there to be wild stories of excess and out of control abuse associated with someone who checks out of the high life and into rehab. At the end of last year, Kate may have been exhausted from a hectic work schedule, she may have been partying too hard on the international A-list celebrity scene and she may have not bothered to turn up to those few jobs that she really wasn't into. It doesn't put her into the rock and roll hardcore alongside Iggy Pop or Keith Richards, but it certainly raised eyebrows as well as headlines. We know that she was politely asked to leave the Hotel Du Cap in Cannes, for allegedly making too much noise, but what it really seems Kate needed, more than anything else, was a way out; a chance to methodically trade in the temptation of having it all, all of the time, for some time to herself.
Now, after a stunning comeback on the catwalk for versace in Milan, Kate talks for the first time about having much too much, much too young, getting herself sober and still having fun.
What's it like being straight?
It's the best thing. I am so much happier. so much more in control of what I want to do, where I want to be. I can't believe how many hours in the day there are when you're not out all the time I've got so much energy I used to think things like that gave you energy but it really knackers you out.
You must be offered all the free alcohol, all the best quality drugs, all the first class excuses to party anywhere in the world you go. The temptation must be massive.
It's like when you do the shows, the first thing they give you before you go out on the runway is champagne. I'm not saying that it makes a difference. I was drinking when I was 14 or 15, when I was still living in Croydon I was down the pub getting drunk. I don't think it's anything to do with my work. There's as much pressure in this industry as any other high pressure industry.
When you checked yourself into the clinic was that totally of your own will or did other people have to push you into it?
I don't think anyone can ever talk anyone into going to a clinic, unless they want to. It's voluntary, you can leave if you want - I stayed for five weeks.
Did you check yourself In after a serious binge?
Not really, I was just tired all the time and then I realised at I wasn't really doing that much with my life, and I was partying all the time. My social life became everything, so I just ended up knackering myself out.
Too many people wlth your mobile phone number?
I changed all my numbers as soon as I checked myself in. just needed a break from it all really. It's hard when you're in thee middle of it - when you're in the wheel - to get off.
So know it's 'no' to alcohol, 'no' to drugs and just...
Cigarettes.
No hangovers then..
No hangovers ever again, hopefully. (laughing) Today anyway.
You have to take these things day by day don't you?
Yeah you have to. People say to me, 'So are you never going to drink again?' It makes me think, 'Oh my god. Don't even say that.' If you think like that then the immediate reaction is to go and reach for a drink. If I thought that I was ever going to have a glass of champagne again, ever, I'd want some champagne, it's an obvious thing. If you're banned from doing something, you want to do it.
How hard is it to say 'no' now?
Of course it's hard. But then I never said no to having a good time, to anything. My mum used to say to me, 'you can't have fun all the time,' and I used to say, 'why not?'. Why the fuck can't I have fun all the time? And I just thought that fun went with partying and all that kind of stuff, but it doesn't necessarily. (whispering) It can actually make you really miserable if you do it in excess.
There's been a lot of different men mentioned in your llfe recently, but no one permanent relationship? IS there no one out there good enough for you?
I just haven't found anyone that I want to spend long periods of time with. Now I am sober, I am much happier alone. I think it's quite good for me to be alone for a while.
Which is very different from last year when you were reportedly seen out on the town with lots of different men?
I was never with any of them. I was never with any of the ones the press were saying anyway.
They were decoys then?
I actually had decoys. And we'd go out and get photographed and think, 'fuck 'em all', but that's just mates having a laugh. They would say I was going out with one person and I would be seen out with another person just to throw them off. I've only done that once actually, because it's not good to play games.
Apart from Elvis who do you think you'd have a crush on now if you were a teenager?
I haven't got a crush on anyone, not in the whole world. Not even on somebody who you'd know there was no way in a million years... it's quite annoying, because even a crush is quite exciting.
The Kate Moss Story
interview and (c) by Ingrid Sischy
How did your career get started?
I was on a holiday [in 1988] with my dad and my brother. We'd been in the Bahamas for two weeks and on the way back had been stranded at Kennedy airport for a night. My dad's mother was getting married in England the next day, and he told the airline. They said there was one last flight with three seats left. I was praying, "Please let us get on that plane." We did. There was one seat in econ-omy, one in business, and one in first class. I was in economy, my brother was in business, and my dad was in first class. Halfway through the flight – the meal had come and I was listening to my Walkman – a man came over to where I was sitting
and said, "Excuse me." I was like, "What? What do you want?" He said, "My sister owns a modeling agency and she'd like to speak to you." We ended up having this chat. To this day she's still my agent – Sarah Doukas.
Did you believe these strangers when they said you could be a model?
[laughs] When we got off the plane I told my dad about it, and he laughed. Then after we got home I told my mum and a few days later we were sitting around the kitchen table, and one of us said, "Should we give her a call?" We phoned her up and made an appointment and went on the train up to London to see her. She signed me up. They took some Polaroids, put them in a book, and immediately sent me off on castings.
How old were you?
I was fourteen. At the end of that first day my mum said, "If you want to do this, you're on your own because I'm not traipsing around London ever again like that. It's a nightmare."
IS: What was it like for a schoolgiri from Croydon to suddenly find herself in Glamourville? Kate, try to go back and remember how it felt, getting off that train, walking in to that agency, and going on those first castings.
I was really nervous. And intimidated by the whole thing – by all the people and all the buzzing, and all the sitting around waiting. I felt really small in this huge place. Now, after years of being in it I know that it's not that big at all. But it felt huge.
Did it feel glamorous?
Yeah!
Did it feel further than your reach? Or unreal? Or beyond your wildest dreams? Did it make sense to you?
I was really excited. It didn't feel beyond my reach really. I've got pictures of me when I was around eleven, posing. Not with the pseudo-model pose, you know, the arm behind the head and all of that, but like a real model pose. I don't know why. But I did say to my mum, "I don't think I'm very photogenic," and she agreed, "I know. I don't think you are either." I didn't really think anything was going to come of it. But I thought, "Why not?" It wasn't like, "Oh, my God, I hope, I hope, I hope!" It was like, "What a laugh. Have a go and see." I just kind of took my chances, really.
Before that plane trip, had anyone ever said you should be a model?
Well, I was quite thin. And even though I'm not tall for a model, for my school I was quite tall. I was kind of lanky. People would say, "Oh, you should be a model," or something like that. But I'd never really considered it. In fact I thought it was quite vain to say, "I want to be a model." On a holiday I'd taken at an earlier time, I met a girl who said she wanted to be a model, and I was like, "Oh, my God! I would never say that!"
Kate Unmasked
(c) by Lisa Armstrong
Until four years ago, Kate Moss'costliest possession was a flat in Shepherd's Bush that she'd never found time to move in to. "It was like [ was on some kind of treadmill, wondering what it was all for." Then her accountant sat her down and told her what she was worth. She went shopping with her agent, Sarah Doukas, and spent £800 on a Vivienne Westwood sheepskin. She traded up from the Bush to a pretty, three-bedroom, mid-Victorian house with a walled garden and a steam room
in grown-up St John's Wood, helped set her dad up in his own travel company, gave her mum some money to buy a house in the country and acquired a portfolio of stocks and shares. She also developed a taste for real jewellery. (At the stylist's request, she brought a selection to the Vogue shoot: the antique diamond flower earrings Johnny bought her; the sapphire, diamond and ruby bracelets Donatella Versace gave her for her twenty-flfth birthday; the huge natural pearl she treated
herself to. Out they tumbled from a little scrunched-up pink silk pouch. "Very Kate," as hairdresser Sam McKnight noted.) Despite any guilt she might feel about her success "I s'pose I didn't think I deserved it" finding things to do with The Money, you sense, is not a problem. "Kate will be fine," says Donatella Versace. "She has this great attitude - always has. That's her real strength."
Whatever she does, it seems Kate Moss is destined to be the girl who, as Calvin Klein puts it, "defines her generation". The girl who best captured the decade's obsession with reality, and beamed it back to us via that most artificial of media: fashion photography. The girl who rocketed across continents work, work, working and outdoing any number of vapid It girls party, party, partying, became, in the process, a cipher for the era's neuroses about youth, drugs and anorexia. In the 10
years since she entered a time-compression chamber, she's seen and done a staggering amount. She could have invented the decade's favoured form of stardom staying true to your roots and yet, by an artless sleight of hand, simultaneously becoming a glamorous icon.
As Vogue's fashion director Lucinda Chambers points out, she is "an extraordinary person in an extraordinary situation. And because the transformation from gawky waif to sexy star unfolded in front of us, we all felt we knew her." Kate was the (defiantly) non-supermodel who managed to out-super them all. Then, just as the newspapers might have been getting bored with the too-perfect pictures of Kate with Johnny, Kate with Liam and Patsy, Kate looking a billion dollars in Cannes, Kate looking as though she was born for life in Hollywood, she considerately checked herself into a rehab clinic. The fairy tale acquired the perfect Nineties symmetry: girl gets rich and famous, meets Prince not-too-charming, loses him and winds up a victim.
Except that the laughing, relaxed woman sitting across the table carving up her steak with the gusto of a master butcher doesn't quite match the tabloid template. Itemising her outfit in mock fash-hag speak ("Blonde pashmina; Stella McCartney trousers, frayed round the hems; vintage wraparound rabbit top-thing; Lainey Keogh gold cummerbund; embroidered Chinese slippers; old Brian Jones coat by Ossie Clarke [ love Ossie Clarke, his clothes fit me like a dream"), Britain's premier style
avatar looks so well it's uncanny. "There were a lot of people who were secretly satisfied that this girl who had everything could mess it all up," says her old friend, hairdresser James Brown. "But Kate's an old soul deep down she's a happy person. Nothing changes that."
No other model inspires so much affection. "Kate is great company, a truly nice person," says Mario Testino. When she walked down the catwalk at Donatella Versace's Paris couture show in January (her first catwalk appearance since leaving The Priory), the audience kept bursting into spontaneous applause. And, boy, was she grateful, since it was the first time she'd been completely sober on a catwalk in years. These are not merely outpourings of sympathy for her recent problems; even when she appeared not to have any, other than an inability to be punctual, it was the same story.
On the shoot for these pictures she goes out of her way to appear normal. Only after she's been pinioned in her chair by two hairdressers and a manicurist does she ask, diffidently, if someone could fetch her a Coke. "She's the easiest person in the world to work with," says Sam McKnight. She calls herself a people-pleaser. "Being famous exaggerates it. It's a bit of pain, to be honest," she giggles later. "Not because I don't want to be nice, but because you know everyone is just waiting for you to be a diva."
Kate giggles a lot. It began as one of those involuntary teenage eruptions. Later it became a trademark Kate, the only model unself-conscious enough to crack up in front of the camera and then a tic. Now she uses it to deflect unwelcome prying and to give herself time to think. The girl who used to say the first thing that entered her head because, more often than not, it made people laugh, now wants to be honest; partly because she's just been in therapy and that's what they teach you, partly because she wasn't honest with herself for a long time and it didn't get her anywhere.
There are so many records she wants to set straight, some of them seemingly trivial - Johnny Depp did not send her a BMW while she was at The Priory; they did not fill a hotel bath with champagne; she was not behaving inconsiderately at the Hotel du Cap ("my room was next to the bar and their music was blaring, so [ thought they wouldn't notice mine but they just got cross, and then they asked me not to wear a bikini around the hotel and it was like, excusez-moi"). The rule she imposed on herself years ago about not doing many interviews - even when Vanity Fair was trupeting her and Depp as the couple of the decade, she refused to give quotes ("Why would I want to parade our relationship?") - speaks of a certain integrity, but seems to have exacted quite a price in terms of seeing herself continually misrepresented. Yet the impulse to be truthful is now, inevitably, colliding with her desire for privacy.
Kate Moss became famous fast, even by contemporary standards, though it doesn't seem that way to her. " I went on eight go-sees a day for years and it was hideous. No one wanted to know." To put this into perspective, she began modelling when she was 14, a not entirely enthusiastic pupil of Riddlesdown High School in Croybon. "I don't think modelling was an absolute passion with her at that time," says James Brown, who was then working in a local Croydon salon, the confines of which Kate seemed to prefer to the classroom. "She had a very nice life at home." The press fondly imagine her living in poverty in Croybon, but it was, she points out, "a comfortable middle-class background", before correcting herself to make a fine distinction, "well, lower middle-class".
The Thin Girl
(c) by Cathy Horyn
You've got to love Kate Moss. One minute she is giggling into the palm of her hand about new boyfriend Johnny Depp, turning poppy faced at the suggestion that their conversations might include a serious discussion about her prospects in Hollywood ("NO, no, no!"), and the next she's casting a cold and experienced eye at a large, square fellow named Monty.
"Naomi's looking for you," says Monty.
Kate Moss stabs a silver swizzle stick into her Stoli and tonic and looks up at Monty. She is sitting in the bar at the Four Seasons Hotel in Milan, and were it not for the way the waiters fumble in her presence, were it not in fact for the Montys of this world, who are only too happy to ferry messages between two supermodels staying in the same hotel, Kate Moss might be any girl in a tight Shetland sweater and 12-inch mini. But, of course, she is not.
She expertly wiggled out of our dinner date at Bice, knowing, I suspect, that every fashionable head in the joint would have been watching her. Kate Moss Eats! She had dodged me the previous night, when we were supposed to meet backstage between the Gianni Versace shows. Instead, I'd found her flopped down on one of the couches at the Four Seasons bar with Helena Christensen, Naomi Campbell, and Linda Evangelista. She saw me and then looked away, and for a moment it seemed that I was not in Milan but back in high school and the cool girls were saying, "Get lost, creep."
So now, having coaxed her downstairs for vodka and bar nuts, which she eats with the small, quick movements of a squirrel, I must say I am rather pleased to see her apply the same drop-dead tactic on the poor sod Monty. "I've already talked to Naomi," she says. In fact, Naomi has just rung the bar to tell Kate to hurry up, and before another 30 minutes have passed she will have sent the barman to fetch her. "Naomi makes me laugh," says Kate, lighting a Marlboro. "I love her. She looks
after me." So, apparently, does Christy Turlington, with whom she's been hanging out since the last collections in October. "Christy's like Mama," says Kate. "She's so brilliant."
But, not to be a bore, who the hell is Monty?
"Dunno," says Kate to her glass. "He's having a party tonight, though." She giggles. "A caviar party."
It's hard to believe that so much controversy has been pinned to the bony shoulders of this 20-year-old girl. "Hideous and tragic" is how one British magazine editor described Corinne Day's photographs last summer of rail-thin Kate in preteen underwear. "Extremely close to perversion in their appeal," opined a writer for London's Independent newspaper.
To the Daily Mail, eager to reveal that Kate lost her virginity in the Bahamas at age 14, she has become a kind of tabloid monument to pedophilia. In America, where the debate has largely settled on Calvin Klein's seminaked images of Kate, not since Twiggy has anyone tried to draw a connection between a capriciously indifferent model and the eating disorders of thousands of young women.
It matters little what Kate Moss eats, or that as a child in working-class Croydon, outside London, she ate like a sparrow. "I'm just skinny," she protests. Indeed, most models seem to survive on an adrenaline diet of alcohol and cigarettes. "I love a Stoli tonic," says Kate in that dreamy, ick-of-the-chops tone normally reserved for a cream puff. "It's my new drink. I was drinking gin, and then someone told me about gin blossoms. My math teacher used to have them. You know, when you have a red nose." She giggles and then turns serious. "The doctor said if you're going to drink, you should drink vodka."
What does seem to matter is that people see Kate Moss as some kind of flash point for the powerlessness of women against men and, more specifically, against their own negative body image. "I have to put Kate Moss in the bigger picture," says Patricia Ireland, president of the National Organization for Women. "She's very successfully taken advantage of what is now being touted as fashionable." Ireland mentions a recent fashion show in Milan in which a model came down the runway in a pram: "We start seeing the image women are aspiring to. I would hope women could make a distinction." Evelyn Glenn, head of women's studies at the University of California at Berkeley, asks, "Why is this thin image being perpetuated? It's the sort of whole idea of infantilizing
women. On the hne hand, it's the sexualization of children, and on the other, it's seeing women who look like they're 12 as attractive. It's the idea that women are appealing when they're powerless or vulnerable." Catherine Baker, a Duke University student and founder of a group called Educational Support to Eliminate Eating Misconceptions (ESTEEM), wonders if Kate has "acknowledged" the power of the models in the media, and then goes on to ask, "Is self-deprivation powerful?" |
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