Kate Moss has the Midas Touch, and she turns the Spring/Summer 2010 issue of Vogue Hommes International into gold.  The most famous supermodel in the world, Moss is celebrated for her privacy.  Rarely offering interviews, she spoke to her confidante Glenn O’Brien for the March 2010 Harper’s Bazaar cover shoot (he had last interviewed her for the launch issue of the redesigned September 2008 Interview).  In the interview, she was coolly unyielding on the subject of a career retrospective opening in the spring of 2011 at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs in Paris.


Kate: “I didn’t get paid.” 

Glenn: “Well, you’ll reap enormous rewards from this.” 

Kate: “Do you think?” 

This reminds us that her launch to superstardom had to do with her brains, as well as her beauty.  The fact that the museum ran out of money, and therefore decided to cancel the exhibition, so utterly and purely has nothing to do with Kate.  

Stephen Armstrong’s article, “Time Is On Your Side,” in a recent issue of British Elle argues the sexiness of women in their thirties.  “Insecurities disappear, confidence grows, and the answers kind of fall into place,” he writes, “She forged her beliefs through experience.”  The UK-born Moss, at 36, echoes this sentiment when she talks about working with photographer Peter Lindbergh on the Harper’s shoot; “As I get older, it gets better,” she says, “Now that I’m older, we really talk and hang out.”

Mario Sorrenti arguably takes the most beautiful photographs of Kate – remember their cover pose for the Fall 2008 issue of Purple?  This must have had something to do with their coupling ages ago.  Shot entirely in the nude for this issue, it’s clear Kate will enter the ranks of Lauren Hutton and Farrah Fawcett in her old age.  The beauty is raw and new and simply different than it was in her youth.  Sorrenti captures a striking intimacy of a woman who’s eyes aren’t perfectly aligned (we learn from O’Brien in Harper’s Bazaar that the condition is called Strabismus, and it affected Marilyn Monroe and Brigitte Bardot – oh, the pity), who has put back on some of the weight the cocaine had shed, and who ultimately makes a far more interesting subject.  

Moss rejects the label “fashion designer” despite her new line of handbags for Longchamp, and a lucrative line for Topshop.  While it may be unnecessarily coy, we are thankful she’s still modeling despite the pressure of aging.  Armstrong ends the article discouraging a friend from Botox.  “Some day soon those fine, beautiful lines that show how much time she’s spent laughing,” he writes, “It will be the part of her face that someone loves the best.”

Trends will come and go around again, but Moss stands no chance of being replaced.