January the 16th, a special day in our calendars to mark the birth of someone who, ever since appearing in the media, has not ever owned any personal social media account and just enjoys life. Or, according to a tweet gone viral a while ago, is crazy. Perspectives. We here, in the world of Oz, worship Moss. It rhymes a little. Luckily for Kate, a huge part of the world outside of Oz or more does, too. Is there a world outside of Oz? Perspectives, again.
It is true that in the early ’90s, when Moss first appeared in the Calvin Klein commercial, Facebook and Instagram didn’t exist. They do, though, now – newsflash! – and Kate is still not on them, but there is a whole lot of Kate on them. Whoooh, spooky. #katemoss is, probably, one of the most popular hashtags out there. Funny, funny.
Kate Moss does covers, not Insta.
She did 37 Vogue UK covers, the first one in 1993 and the latest in 2019, each of them in her own style. A dozen of professionals, yes, but in her own sort of style, a style she managed to genuinely flaunt and transform into a British trademark.
The emblematic dyed blonde, always chicly undone, hair is a hint of the partying nights, a hint of her character, humour, love of life, looseness, good mood, honesty.
Her famous cheekbones fabulously unveil a sort of confidence embraced by a warm stare, an allure like no other and pure energy.
A sort of candour that is not even “intended”, it’s real from inside out. Out to her 170 cm, a height so atypical for her launch in the model business where Cindy Crawford, Claudia Schiffer and Naomi Campbell were referred to as ‘supermodels’. The term ‘supermodel’ became popular during the 1980s, when models started to become celebrities in their own right and demanded higher pay packets. By the 1990s, the supermodel was a prominent feature in the media and the title quickly became the model equivalent of a superstar.
Kate Moss is the definition of effortless. She does not struggle to feel effortless. If she does, though, and she wanders for long minutes, naked, in front of the mirror only to get out of the house, at peace, it seems, exactly as she does, I would feel better. But I don’t think she does and I not only feel, in fact, better, but inspired, which is, yes, a million times better.
Or does she?
However, she must like making her life easy judging by her style only: key pieces she feels good in and mixes, all the time, only to feel good in. It’s a process. Finding your style is a process. Finding your style in the moment is, yet, another process. And this is how style can tell a lot about one person.
One can see that she loves fashion the deep way. She does not only gets it so well, but she seems to believe in the power – we, here, in the world of Oz, believe in – clothes possess to become one’s confidante to share feelings and memories with. Moss has this thing for the high-end vintage gowns rather then for the freshly out of the catwalks ones. She wears them with a nonchalance that rivals with the “weight” most of the fashion crowd usually forces themselves into imposing and wins effortlessly, every time, while thcin-tchining a glass of vodka with “the crowd”.
Because she just lives and loves it. To live!