Let's just go ahead and say what the world already knows: that Kate Moss has been the most beautiful person in the world for at least 20 years (but we suspect longer), and has had the most fabulous and interesting life in existence.
There have just been so many amazing phases in her life, that we have watched with delight: she dated Johnny Depp, she dated Pete Doherty, she married Jamie Hince from The Kills, she is BFFs with Naomi Campbell, she had a brief singing career in which she collaborated with Primal Scream (!), and she is now a contributing fashion editor at British Vogue.
We haven't even begun to discuss why her beauty is the best and most bankable kind of beauty, but that's cool, because Alex Bilmes did an excellent job when he wrote about her paradoxical beauty for Esquire, on her 40th birthday:
"Oh, dear. You're going to have to forgive me. Impossible, I'm finding, to write about Kate Moss – the way she looks, the signals she transmits, the effect she has – without joining both the cultural studies pseuds and the sweaty-palmed sex pests. She is sensational. Coarse and refined at the same time. Soignée one moment, slovenly the next. Rare and exquisite, common as muck."
Damn straight. Here are a couple of videos and, like, all of the images c/o our fashion director, Elle Packham, detailing this contradiction. Please pay particular note to Jon Stewart's excellent leather jacket and wrap-around sunglasses because: fashun reporting.
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