Il n'y a que Kate Moss qui est éternelle.
This guy from Belgium, Stromae, sings this line in his song Tous les mêmes. I don't like him that much, but this sentence struck me because it's so true and by the way this post is not about him, it's about her. Or better HER.
She turned 40 last January and she's still amazing. I turned 2+4 a few weeks ago and I'm terrified about spotting a wrinkle anywhere on my face. Kate is like some sort of goddess with no age. She still looks like the girl on the beach as in Corinne Day's pics and anyone who saw the film About Time will understand me.
Anyway, I won't bother any of you with facts you all can see, particularly on this Playboy cover.
Kate is not that tall, not that curvy, not that traditionally beautiful, yet I do adore her. I can't even remember where my adoration comes from, I can only recall memories of a younger me buying obsessively Rimmel mascara and lipsticks to get the London look. I learnt it's something you can't buy, it's just something you have or not, and I still have to decide if I can get some.
So now imagine when I got to London nine months ago now (sigh) and I was having this interview for an internship with the coolest boss in the world, an English photographer who also happens to be one of the best persons I've met so far in my life. I had applied as editor for the blog he runs together with a website providing London pics to magazines, newspapers and other websites. We were chatting drinking coffee and he told me, totally unaware of my addiction, that one week earlier or so he and his assistant had shot Kate Moss (no guns involved) for some holography picture. They helped this cool guy Chris Levine (the creator) with Jeff Robb (the maker), who already took the holography of Queen Lizzie currently at the National Portrait Gallery. My face when I realize that if I had got to London a bit earlier I could've helped them with the shooting was priceless. The face I put up when he told me she was supernice and "tiny, just like you" was even more ridiculous, as I tried to conceal and not to look too excited about it.
From that moment on I spent a significant part (more significant than I would admit) of my summer chasing Kate, trying to spot her in Primrose Hill, where she lives, and in one of her favourite pubs nearby. Nothing. And then, wandering on the Internet, I found out she'd been spotted on some yacht in Calabria. Can you believe that? I couldn't.
Timing between me and Kate has never been right.
There was an exhibition in London for her 40th birthday in January and February and of course I went back there in March. And Topshop will launch a new collection designed by Kate in April.
A few months later, timing is still a bitch.
However, when I got back home to Italy last fall I hadn't bumped into Kate. That was one of my summer's biggest regrets. But then one day, my boss from the internship emailed me and ask me for my postal address, which I gave him. A few days later, my mom handed me a small yellow packet. It said DO NOT BEND in red.
Remember Kate's holography? The original, big one was sold at Christie's for £115,875. The envelope contained a smaller yet precious version my boss sent me.
My adoration was complete.
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