The name of this look I borrowed from the title of a photo spread that the British fashion and documentary photographer Corinne Day did for the July 1990 issue of The Face, which many fashion journalists consider to be the launching pad that propelled Kate Moss into superstardom.
I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever had an obsession as intense as my fascination with the truly amazing creature that is Katherine Moss. I remember using her Calvin Klein Jeans and Calvin Klein Obsession for Men ads as wallpaper for my dorm room. While everyone else was lusting after Leonardo DiCaprio, I was decidedly all about Johnny Depp, just because he was dating Ms. Moss at the time. I remember hating on my cousin, just because he was the first to have a bottle of CK One, and to my mind that had brought him closer to Kate than I ever could be. When I was 17 or 18 and could not afford a coffee table book, I would spend 2-3 hours every Sunday sprawled on the floor of my favorite bookstore, ceremoniously devouring every single page of Kate: The Kate Moss Bookâ€”or just staring at the cover and praying, â€œOh, God, please make me have those freckles!â€�
Yes, my girl friends were going crazy penciling on fake moles above their lips, in an attempt to copy Cindy Crawfordâ€™s â€œbeauty mark,â€� but I was all about freckles. I guess that was what endeared Kate to me. She was perfectly imperfect. I had had enough of the impossible smiles, the vermillion lips, the unattainable curves, the outlandish gowns, the whimsical locations. Escapism was good, but didnâ€™t quite go well with the soundtrack of the times. Grunge was on a rise like a bat out of hell, and it needed a muse to conquer the world with. The world needed, as how British curator Iwona Blazwick put it, â€œa truth located in the artless, the unstaged, the semiconscious, the sexually indeterminate and the pubescent.â€� And Kate gave us that kind of truth. Here was someone who was not afraid to slap on a silly grin, to not put makeup on, to eschew technical perfection, to misplace optimism, and to date Edward Scissorhands. In other words, she made fashion real and attainable. For you and for me. And thatâ€™s why she will always have a special place in my heart.
Well, that and the fact that she was smoldering hot in the Sofia Coppola-directed music video for The White Stripesâ€™ cover of Dusty Springfieldâ€™s â€œI Just Don't Know What to Do with Myself!â€� YouTube it pronto!
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Currently listening to: Well, â€œI Just Don't Know What to Do with Myselfâ€� by The White Stripes