Moss loss

CW FISHER We're all occupied by something, many of us by the Kate Moss story, whose modeling career went pfzt! when it came out she's a cocaine user and was dropped by her biggest client. Almost immediately her other clients dropped her as well, afraid that to not drop her would make them look frumpy and offsync. A few supermodels jumped to Kate's defense, pointing out that 'everybody does it,' thinking, perhaps, that this would help her out somehow, while implicating everybody else except for them but then, models are not known for their cunning. Cocaine, however, would explain a great deal about how these people are able to sustain their delicate, skeletal architectures on which clothes hang just right, without crumbling to dust and jerky halfway down the runway. Kate Moss, like other supermodels of her day (which is over), is unlikely: gangly and knobkneed, smart as a bag of gravel, shallow as the face of a mirror, deeply thin, on the reviving edge of sickly, eyes empty of everything always, including tragedy, irony or nuance, nice eyes, benign, beautiful, but bovine. Kate had all that, but she also had something much less: a bustline canopied by the curvature of her spine. Now to hear that the vacancy in her pupils might be induced rather than something she was born with, is shocking, simply shocking quite frankly how dare them--and yet. Kate Moss will be missed. Mostly at work. Not at the studio, but at the supermarket, the endcap near checkout, where she jumps onto the conveyor often at the very last moment before the checkout lady announces your total. Checkout is power. Kate Moss had checkout. Women couldn't resist, had to have her, because she knew something they didn't, and these things must be known. Checkout. Kate Moss will be missed, but then, Kate Moss has been missing for years. We'll all learn something from this tragedy, but triumph is bound to prevail--and anyway, what is failure but the setup for the second act--which opens with Kate Moss in rehab and dissolves through her gradual reawakenings until a) her cable show, Connected to Kate Moss, receives four times the worldwide viewership of her next closest competitor, Oprah Winfrey, as a result of starting fashion industries from scratch using only local talent to design and manufacture clothing for the world in unlikely places like Iraq, Nairobi, Afghanistan, Uganda, Iran, North Korea, Budapest, Gaza, Peru, Brazil, Colombia. b) she relapses. c) she meets somebody. These are all nasty guesses by a stranger, more insults piled on a lady who's already buried in them, cheap shots by a nobody at a somebody who's falling back to nowhereland. It is not surprising that Kate Moss and other models used cocaine. It is very surprising that her agencies were unaware of its prevalence. It is also surprising how they gave her the ax: publicly, coldly, abruptly; every agency in turn falling like dominos, until she's the only one left standing. It's the nightmare they call 'Naked in Public.' Can't blame anybody for looking. Good luck, Kate.