I remember Kate showing the first signs of aging (because she was aging), or having a belly (because that's what happens to a human body when drinking a beer), and thinking, 'She's going to do it again, she's going to blow up all expectations about what a model should look like, again'. This was Kate the Unprecedented, after all. Never my favorite, yet unquestionably a Titan. If someone was in a position to do it, it was her.
Turns out, it was not. That revolution never happened. She went on to try and prolong her legacy, instead of honoring it. I look at her here, and I see a desperate imitation of Kate Moss by Kate Moss to stay Kate Moss. Much as I love the simplicity, this cover is too Calvin Kleiny to feel authentic. Nothing wrong with nostalgia. Unless you are Kate, of course: then, you have already been there, done that. You are the real thing. If someone else does it, it's an homage. If you do it yourself, chances are, it's self-parody.
This cover lacks verisimilitude. You cannot take a step forward, then a step back, and pretend you didn't even move in the first place. I have grown knowing Kate. I have grown old with her. This cover is not fiction, as a cover should, but simply a lie.
Despite not being an Alt fan, not at the moment anyway, this is an outstanding styling effort. I never thought I'd say this, but the one thing that fails here is Kate.