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Party girl Kate too busy to return to London
Champage celbrations: Kate marks birthday with 15-hour drink session
It was the nearest Kate Moss has been to London since she was pictured apparently snorting c*****e in a recording studio last year.
The model arrived in Paris at the weekend and checked into the Ritz Hotel.
But if police were hoping she was en route to Scotland Yard, where they are keen to question her about her alleged d**g abuse, they were disappointed. Skip gossip links to more articles Miss Moss, who insists she is too busy to meet detectives, was in the French capital for the serious business of celebrating her 32nd birthday.
That involved a 15-hour drinking session involving champagne, cocktails and more champagne.
Kate had insisted this year's celebrations would be quieter than previous birthdays.
Not such a difficult feat, given that the guest list for her 30th included Jade Jagger, Grace Jones, Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin, the artist Tracey Emin and designers Alexander McQueen and Stella McCartney.
That party, in a suite at Claridge's Hotel in London, apparently culminated in a wild orgy.
Home party
Her 31st, held at Miss Moss's £2million Cotswolds home, was equally starry - with REM singer Michael Stipe, Travis singer Fran Healy and actress Samantha Morton joining Moss Posse regulars Sadie Frost and Davinia Taylor, from the notorious Primrose Hill set.
This time, perhaps wary of Miss Moss's current negative image, few of her famous chums bothered to attend.
Undeterred, and despite having only recently emerged from a rehab clinic, she showed a huge thirst as she embarked on a marathon celebration.
Miss Moss, whose three-year-old daughter Lila Grace is believed to have stayed in California with a babysitter, joined four friends in the hotel's lavish Bar Vendome for a 'champagne tea' at 3pm on Saturday.
The posse, which included Davinia Taylor and her husband Dave Gardner, then moved upstairs to the model's £700-anight suite. They downed more vintage champagne and generally made a racket until complaints from fellow guests forced them to pipe down.
Having opened a few presents - including a £1,000 Alice Temperley dress - Miss Moss and friends were first into the hotel's smaller bar - the Hemingway - when it opened at 6.30pm. In a pink shawl and black trousers, she gulped down a cocktail then returned to her room to get changed.
Two hours later, in black dress and red stilettos, she led the group out of the hotel through a back exit.
In a blacked-out Mercedes, they sped to a friend's house on the banks of the Seine, ahead of the chasing paparazzi.
At one point their car was travelling at 90mph in the city's Pont d'Alma - the tunnel in which Diana, Princess of Wales was killed nine years ago.
Model friends
They were later joined for dinner by Marianne Faithfull and supermodel Naomi Campbell. Sadie Frost, Miss Moss's on-off best friend, did not turn up despite being invited, prompting speculation of a rift.
After the meal, Miss Moss returned to her suite at 4am with her friends in tow.
Although dawn beckoned, she showed no signs of flagging and promptly ordered room service and more champagne.
Not surprisingly, the Croydon-born model, who is in Paris until Wednesday on a photoshoot, did not surface until yesterday afternoon - having had a breakfast of boiled eggs and bread 'soldiers' sent to her room.
Having issued a statement saying she is ready to co-operate with Scotland Yard, there is speculation that she might still return to London at the end of the week. When the d**g story broke in September, Miss Moss and her then boyfriend Pete Doherty were staying in New York, before she then checked in for rehab in Arizona. Since then she has holidayed in the Caribbean, Los Angeles, Aspen - where she had a fling with English public schoolboy Jamie Burke - and been on modelling assignments in Ibiza, Barcelona and New York.
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Champage celbrations: Kate marks birthday with 15-hour drink sessionIt was the nearest Kate Moss has been to London since she was pictured apparently snorting c*****e in a recording studio last year.
The model arrived in Paris at the weekend and checked into the Ritz Hotel.
But if police were hoping she was en route to Scotland Yard, where they are keen to question her about her alleged d**g abuse, they were disappointed. Skip gossip links to more articles Miss Moss, who insists she is too busy to meet detectives, was in the French capital for the serious business of celebrating her 32nd birthday.
That involved a 15-hour drinking session involving champagne, cocktails and more champagne.
Kate had insisted this year's celebrations would be quieter than previous birthdays.
Not such a difficult feat, given that the guest list for her 30th included Jade Jagger, Grace Jones, Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin, the artist Tracey Emin and designers Alexander McQueen and Stella McCartney.
That party, in a suite at Claridge's Hotel in London, apparently culminated in a wild orgy.
Home party
Her 31st, held at Miss Moss's £2million Cotswolds home, was equally starry - with REM singer Michael Stipe, Travis singer Fran Healy and actress Samantha Morton joining Moss Posse regulars Sadie Frost and Davinia Taylor, from the notorious Primrose Hill set.
This time, perhaps wary of Miss Moss's current negative image, few of her famous chums bothered to attend.
Undeterred, and despite having only recently emerged from a rehab clinic, she showed a huge thirst as she embarked on a marathon celebration.
Miss Moss, whose three-year-old daughter Lila Grace is believed to have stayed in California with a babysitter, joined four friends in the hotel's lavish Bar Vendome for a 'champagne tea' at 3pm on Saturday.
The posse, which included Davinia Taylor and her husband Dave Gardner, then moved upstairs to the model's £700-anight suite. They downed more vintage champagne and generally made a racket until complaints from fellow guests forced them to pipe down.
Having opened a few presents - including a £1,000 Alice Temperley dress - Miss Moss and friends were first into the hotel's smaller bar - the Hemingway - when it opened at 6.30pm. In a pink shawl and black trousers, she gulped down a cocktail then returned to her room to get changed.
Two hours later, in black dress and red stilettos, she led the group out of the hotel through a back exit.
In a blacked-out Mercedes, they sped to a friend's house on the banks of the Seine, ahead of the chasing paparazzi.
At one point their car was travelling at 90mph in the city's Pont d'Alma - the tunnel in which Diana, Princess of Wales was killed nine years ago.
Model friends
They were later joined for dinner by Marianne Faithfull and supermodel Naomi Campbell. Sadie Frost, Miss Moss's on-off best friend, did not turn up despite being invited, prompting speculation of a rift.
After the meal, Miss Moss returned to her suite at 4am with her friends in tow.
Although dawn beckoned, she showed no signs of flagging and promptly ordered room service and more champagne.
Not surprisingly, the Croydon-born model, who is in Paris until Wednesday on a photoshoot, did not surface until yesterday afternoon - having had a breakfast of boiled eggs and bread 'soldiers' sent to her room.
Having issued a statement saying she is ready to co-operate with Scotland Yard, there is speculation that she might still return to London at the end of the week. When the d**g story broke in September, Miss Moss and her then boyfriend Pete Doherty were staying in New York, before she then checked in for rehab in Arizona. Since then she has holidayed in the Caribbean, Los Angeles, Aspen - where she had a fling with English public schoolboy Jamie Burke - and been on modelling assignments in Ibiza, Barcelona and New York.
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CocoFashionista said:
I don't think Kate got her's from Topshop, but yes Topshop have the same one, because I bought it, but it's made of a sort of thin leather-Kate's is thick, sturdy leather, like a real corset, she's had it for ages. The one in Topshop is £25.
The Times of London weighs in...(On Kate's side!)
A model's role is not as a role model
Alex O'Connell
The police appeal to Kate Moss is a publicity stunt: bringing this sensible mother to heel is a waste of time
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THEY HAVE YET to rip out her page from the 2006 Pirelli calendar and pin it to an oak tree on Primrose Hill with WANTED written on the top in Magic Marker, but the “shamed” Kate Moss is now a modern outlaw. No, I expect the calendar is still intact on the walls of the mess room in New Scotland Yard.
But now the supermodel — like a rebel skater who has spent 66 minutes on an ice rink after paying for only a single hour’s cold fun — has had her number called in on the megaphone. Earlier this week, in what can only be seen as a flagrant attempt at self-publicity, the Metropolitan Police Assistant Commissioner Tarique Gaffur made an appeal to Moss to come home to Daddy.
“I’m appealing to Kate to come back and give her side of the story,” he told The Sun, after three months of leaving her to it. Never mind PC Plod, we’re talking PC Ground-to-a-standstill.
So, to recap on the western (or West London) saga: the supermodel has been “hiding out” in America since September when those pictures, taken on a secret camera, were published. The grainy shots showed her apparently chopping up lines of cocaine with her boyfriend at that time, the smashed Maris Piper of a rock star Pete Doherty, and his similarly mashed-up cohorts. She was not arrested at the time and the Metropolitan Police have said that they have no intention of extraditing her.
Sir Iain Blair, Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, told The Mirror in September that he had been personally instrumental in launching an investigation into the paper’s allegations. “We have to look at the impact of this kind of behaviour on impressionable young people and, if there is evidence, something should be done about it,” he roared.
What is being done is that, months later, the assistant commissioner has put on his serious voice. If Kate was short for Katherine, he’d have hollered her full name up the stairs until the sound reached the peaks of Aspen, Colorado, where Moss has been skiing with her new boyfriend.
“It is very important that she comes back to assist us with this investigation. We hope that Kate will give us her version of events. It is in her interests and everybody’s interests that she do this as soon as possible,” Mr Gaffur pleaded. In the interests of Heat magazine’s front cover and everyone’s entertainment, presumably.
I admire Kate Moss. Not because she’s a bright, charming, determined lady with Heaven’s eyes and a Croydon mouth, which she is. Nor because I am a closet champion of cocaine- taking: I’m not — it turns people into monstrous bores, enchains the poor and makes the rich nastier.
What thrills me most is her old-style Hollywood guts, her utter determination not to let her beautiful irregular-heartbeat-reading of a private life be moulded into the perfect soap opera-storyline arc.
Even the fellow famous expected Moss to conform. “I understand that she has apologised and is changing her life and I think that that is the most important thing” — Sharon Stone’s po-faced attempt at sisterliness.
When did we all become so boringly catholic? We don’t want real irreverence from our stars any more (unless it’s swiftly followed by four Hail Marys in a red tops-sponsored confessional). We want rags to riches, the fall into bad company, the public revelation, the personal admission, the apology and promise of recovery, the recovery, the fall back into the bad and so on. Just look at the vultures cheering as Charles Kennedy squeezed his own complicated life into the first half of a potentially perfect arc this week with his very public admission of an alcohol problem. Just look at the eight million viewers cheering as the Celebrity Big Brother contestants cheapen themselves by committing the utterly predictable.
Kate Moss is clever and classy enough to know the power of silence, like a matinee idol who understands that the flutter of an eyelash is often enough. Sure, Moss apologised, but with the airiness of the comedian Catherine Tate and her “unbovvered” alter ego. Then, rather than visiting the boys in blue, hiding her head under a Cath Kidston eiderdown and being pictured playing hopscotch with her three-year-old daughter Lila Grace, she refused to participate in the classic redemption story. Instead, she matter-of-factly rode into rehab, lassoed herself some work in the States, ditched Doherty and found herself a new man, Jamie Burke, a pal of the son of that fellow irreverent, Richard Branson.
You see, I imagine there’s nothing that makes a middle-aged assistant commissioner more frustrated than a rich, young, entirely self-supporting mother and alleged offender, enjoying herself with a man 12 years her junior in good snow. This is the real taboo.
Still, Moss may be able to look after herself, but what about her daughter? The model protects Lila Grace from the spotlight by rarely allowing them to be photographed together. This, of course, bolsters the argument that she is a distant mother. But I refuse to believe that her decision to check in to a rehab clinic in Arizona, and so miss her daughter’s third birthday party, was anything other than selfless. She had sensibly considered that it was better for her daughter to have a responsible mother with earning potential to look forward to than a sick mother turning up with a party bag and a headful of trouble. It was a mature act.
How would a tardy prosecution help now, other than to affect Moss’s income (which might affect Lila Grace), keep the story in the news and make Moss’s toadish prosecutors feel less jealous of her exciting life. Yet she has been utterly dignified throughout. Not that she has to be. The role-model argument, put forward by Sir Iain Blair and Tessa Jowell — the latter saying, “It is important to remember that in public life you are a role model, for better or worse” — is a colossal breach of logic. We look up to Moss in life as well as on the runway, so she should behave like a well-trained labrador? Do people really think that if they took drugs and hung out with the slobbering lead singer of Babyshambles that they would be groovy, thin and walleted? Politicians are role models, the police are role models; models . . . wear clothes. Well, some of the time. The legislators and the police, both to blame, should begin the new year with a good old steam iron of the drugs laws before exposing their creases on the catwalk.
A model's role is not as a role model
Alex O'Connell
The police appeal to Kate Moss is a publicity stunt: bringing this sensible mother to heel is a waste of time
THEY HAVE YET to rip out her page from the 2006 Pirelli calendar and pin it to an oak tree on Primrose Hill with WANTED written on the top in Magic Marker, but the “shamed” Kate Moss is now a modern outlaw. No, I expect the calendar is still intact on the walls of the mess room in New Scotland Yard.
But now the supermodel — like a rebel skater who has spent 66 minutes on an ice rink after paying for only a single hour’s cold fun — has had her number called in on the megaphone. Earlier this week, in what can only be seen as a flagrant attempt at self-publicity, the Metropolitan Police Assistant Commissioner Tarique Gaffur made an appeal to Moss to come home to Daddy.
“I’m appealing to Kate to come back and give her side of the story,” he told The Sun, after three months of leaving her to it. Never mind PC Plod, we’re talking PC Ground-to-a-standstill.
So, to recap on the western (or West London) saga: the supermodel has been “hiding out” in America since September when those pictures, taken on a secret camera, were published. The grainy shots showed her apparently chopping up lines of cocaine with her boyfriend at that time, the smashed Maris Piper of a rock star Pete Doherty, and his similarly mashed-up cohorts. She was not arrested at the time and the Metropolitan Police have said that they have no intention of extraditing her.
Sir Iain Blair, Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, told The Mirror in September that he had been personally instrumental in launching an investigation into the paper’s allegations. “We have to look at the impact of this kind of behaviour on impressionable young people and, if there is evidence, something should be done about it,” he roared.
What is being done is that, months later, the assistant commissioner has put on his serious voice. If Kate was short for Katherine, he’d have hollered her full name up the stairs until the sound reached the peaks of Aspen, Colorado, where Moss has been skiing with her new boyfriend.
“It is very important that she comes back to assist us with this investigation. We hope that Kate will give us her version of events. It is in her interests and everybody’s interests that she do this as soon as possible,” Mr Gaffur pleaded. In the interests of Heat magazine’s front cover and everyone’s entertainment, presumably.
I admire Kate Moss. Not because she’s a bright, charming, determined lady with Heaven’s eyes and a Croydon mouth, which she is. Nor because I am a closet champion of cocaine- taking: I’m not — it turns people into monstrous bores, enchains the poor and makes the rich nastier.
What thrills me most is her old-style Hollywood guts, her utter determination not to let her beautiful irregular-heartbeat-reading of a private life be moulded into the perfect soap opera-storyline arc.
Even the fellow famous expected Moss to conform. “I understand that she has apologised and is changing her life and I think that that is the most important thing” — Sharon Stone’s po-faced attempt at sisterliness.
When did we all become so boringly catholic? We don’t want real irreverence from our stars any more (unless it’s swiftly followed by four Hail Marys in a red tops-sponsored confessional). We want rags to riches, the fall into bad company, the public revelation, the personal admission, the apology and promise of recovery, the recovery, the fall back into the bad and so on. Just look at the vultures cheering as Charles Kennedy squeezed his own complicated life into the first half of a potentially perfect arc this week with his very public admission of an alcohol problem. Just look at the eight million viewers cheering as the Celebrity Big Brother contestants cheapen themselves by committing the utterly predictable.
Kate Moss is clever and classy enough to know the power of silence, like a matinee idol who understands that the flutter of an eyelash is often enough. Sure, Moss apologised, but with the airiness of the comedian Catherine Tate and her “unbovvered” alter ego. Then, rather than visiting the boys in blue, hiding her head under a Cath Kidston eiderdown and being pictured playing hopscotch with her three-year-old daughter Lila Grace, she refused to participate in the classic redemption story. Instead, she matter-of-factly rode into rehab, lassoed herself some work in the States, ditched Doherty and found herself a new man, Jamie Burke, a pal of the son of that fellow irreverent, Richard Branson.
You see, I imagine there’s nothing that makes a middle-aged assistant commissioner more frustrated than a rich, young, entirely self-supporting mother and alleged offender, enjoying herself with a man 12 years her junior in good snow. This is the real taboo.
Still, Moss may be able to look after herself, but what about her daughter? The model protects Lila Grace from the spotlight by rarely allowing them to be photographed together. This, of course, bolsters the argument that she is a distant mother. But I refuse to believe that her decision to check in to a rehab clinic in Arizona, and so miss her daughter’s third birthday party, was anything other than selfless. She had sensibly considered that it was better for her daughter to have a responsible mother with earning potential to look forward to than a sick mother turning up with a party bag and a headful of trouble. It was a mature act.
How would a tardy prosecution help now, other than to affect Moss’s income (which might affect Lila Grace), keep the story in the news and make Moss’s toadish prosecutors feel less jealous of her exciting life. Yet she has been utterly dignified throughout. Not that she has to be. The role-model argument, put forward by Sir Iain Blair and Tessa Jowell — the latter saying, “It is important to remember that in public life you are a role model, for better or worse” — is a colossal breach of logic. We look up to Moss in life as well as on the runway, so she should behave like a well-trained labrador? Do people really think that if they took drugs and hung out with the slobbering lead singer of Babyshambles that they would be groovy, thin and walleted? Politicians are role models, the police are role models; models . . . wear clothes. Well, some of the time. The legislators and the police, both to blame, should begin the new year with a good old steam iron of the drugs laws before exposing their creases on the catwalk.
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boho_babe said:^
Swede, please post the source of the picture. . .
Sometimes, instead of reposting pictures its easy enough to copy and paste the post number.
oops sorry! I always forget to post the sources of the pics
cred to Myvilaage, for the pic I posted in 10959
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