I love a girl that parties,” he adds, “who can do the glamour and laugh.” (The images that he has taken during their 20-year-plus relationship have resulted in a book, Kate Moss by Mario Testino.) Instead, she reminded him of the “gorgeous” girls he knew growing up in Peru, for whom “life is about having a good time. “I had seen her out, and she had nothing of the waif,” he remembers. Mario also saw beyond the image in which she had been cast. See a slideshow of Kate Moss throughout the years in Vogue_._ Perfume, you put a drop and it lasts a week. “Cologne, you have to spray every fifteen minutes. “You know, in life there’s perfume and there’s cologne,” he told her.
In that dim, distant past, when a model’s success was judged by the number of changes she had in a show, Kate had been given only one outfit and was feeling unloved. Mario has known her since she was a fragile sixteen-year-old, crying her eyes out backstage at John Galliano’s first Paris show. A pantheon of illustrious cultural figures who define our age have fallen under her spell-including designers John Galliano, Marc Jacobs, Gianni Versace, and Dame Vivienne Westwood photographers Mario Testino, Annie Leibovitz, and François-Marie Banier and artists Marc Quinn, Banksy, and Lucian Freud-not to mention a slew of high-profile paramours who have run the gamut from the courtly and urbane to the mad, bad, and frankly dangerous to know.Ī week before the nuptials, Mario Testino is photographing Kate’s wedding portfolio (she has shifted her date from Saturday to Friday to accommodate his schedule, reasoning, with a model’s canny logic, that the ceremony will last minutes but the photographs will be forever). There is vulnerability and there is strength, and when she turns on the klieg light of her flirtatious, giggly life force, it is impossible not to fall just a little bit in love. “You can look dirty, but you can’t be dirty!”) The simple fact is that Kate is irresistible. (“I never did a hairy armpit,” says Kate firmly of those late-eighties grunge moments.
Call me old-fashioned, but after a decade of Amazonian supermodels pulsing with glamorous, bosomy life, I simply didn’t understand the Piaf-bodied waif with the wan, faraway look in her eyes, nor the Corinne Day and Nigel Shafran photographs that set her adrift in bleak welfare apartments or on gray English beaches.Īnd then I saw her across a crowded room at a fashion party in Notting Hill, and I was stopped dead in my tracks by her laughing beauty and preternatural elegance. In the beginning, I did not understand the Kate Moss phenomenon. On Hince: Lanvin velvet blazer and Charvet cotton shirt. Rodarte paillette coat and beaded lace dress. The newlyweds bring a bit of the Roaring ’20s to the bucolic English countryside.
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