As Kate Moss wows world with nude shots, we take a look back at the shots that made her a British icon
GOOD golly, Ms Mossy, you’ve done it again.
Yesterday we revealed Kate’s latest picture from W Magazine — a full frontal nude shot that shows the world she still has a banging body, gravity defying boobs . . . and a face that knows it.
The British style icon, who is now, incredibly, 43, has never needed designer threads to look on trend. In fact, she needs nothing at all.
For the last 20 years, Kate has blessed the world with her perky peaks — from the flatter form of her early twenties, to her present more rounded, womanly bust.
Shocking, she once considered having a boob job, thinking she was too flat for fashion.
The supermodel told a magazine: “I didn’t like my flat chest. I was like, ‘Oh, I’m going to have a t*t job.’ Can you imagine?”
No, Kate, I can’t.
Long have I admired the magnificent Ms Moss.
As a chubby teenager with bad skin and braces, I used to pore over pictures of this elfin, chain-smoker in a skin-tight silver dress who hung off the arm of rocker Noel Gallagher in the Nineties.
Me and my similarly unfashionable friends were all awe of the flat-chested beauty with the sharp cheekbones.
She was fascinating and at 5ft 7in, Kate went against the grain of the traditional Amazonian models, like Cindy and Naomi, who ruled the runway at the time.
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She was the essence of cool — and still is. While her body and boobs have been the best in the business for decades, Kate still seems to have the constitution of Oliver Reed on a big one.
The good-time girl from Croydon is rarely snapped at a party without a glass of fizz or fag on the go.
Off-duty Kate doesn’t care if she’s photographed throwing her head back in laughter with a double chin or eyes half shut.
Kate said in an interview that going out with her was often referred to as getting “Mossed”.
She explained: “People that don’t know me get Mossed. It means, I was gonna go home, but then I just got led astray. In the best possible way, of course. I mean, it’s always fun, and a good time.”
My God, how I’d love to get Mossed. If I lived to tell the tale.
But while most of us spend hours retching into the toilets after an epic booze binge, nothing makes an impact on the beautiful Kate Moss.
She gets in the studio straight afterwards to rule another top fashion campaign shoot.
It worries me that, as a nation, we take Kate for granted because — like a delicious Sunday roast or a self-deprecating sense of humour — she’s a part of our DNA.
Come on, Britain: here we have a booze-swigging, chain-smoking, rock star-loving, single mum who still looks better in the buff than most models half her age and who refuses to live on kale juice and fresh air. Let’s celebrate her.
I raise my glass to you, KM — and toast your timeless torso.