Kate Moss: America’s Obsession

SPIN Magazine September 1994

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If Kate Moss were to open her ripe, Cupid’s-bow mouth to make a public statement, it would go something like this: “I’m not anorexic, I’m not a heroin addict, I’m not pregnant – all the shit they fucking say about me is not true. It’s a load of lies the media made.” Moss pauses for breath.

She is a lot of life when you meet her outside a picture.

Moss is not making a statement. She’s enduring an interview, a process she hates because she doesn’t want to give any more of herself away. This is the girl who was stripped of makeup and clothes, and pinned up everywhere; who appeared in such profusion throughout the pages of Harper’s Bazaar that it seemed like a family album; who, preserved by Calvin Klein in the silence of photographs, has waited with us for buses, has lingered against the walls of buildings, gazed out from Times Square – the kind of repetition of image that world leaders as savvy as Marshal Tito have employed to hold the savage, furious fragments of their nations together, and which, in our country, sells perfume and underpants.

Moss, known for her sultry or sulky silences, speaks in tongues – over a chirpy base of British half-cockney teen drawl, she liberally scatters upper-class intonations, yelps, giggles, glottal stops, mock tear-stained pleas, and wicked cackles. She hits key phrases in regular rhythm: “at the end of the day,” “oh my God,” “whatever.” A typical response goes something like this: The most embarrassing moment of life was “when I did the Isaac Mizrahi show in L.A.” – declared decisively – “Johnny was there” – referring to her boyfriend of the last six months, 31-year-old actor Johnny Depp – “and it was the first time he’d ever seen a show. I was like, “Pleeease don’t come.” The show itself was the most ridiculous I’ve ever done because it was this fan-ta-stic, faaabulous, dada-daaaa,” she trills, throwing her hand over her head in Ziegfield style, “No,” she backtracks, smoothing potentially ruffled business feathers, “it was fun, but it was just knowing he was out there, and I cared what he thought about my job.”

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