to know what we want for the holidays. The magazine's Christmas cover, shot by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott, features none other than Kate Moss, channeling Brigitte Bardot in a sexpot photo shoot that's made all the better thanks to an accompanying (very revealing) interview, the likes of which only VF could scoop.
“There’s nobody that’s ever really been able to take care of me. Johnny did for a bit. I believed what he said.... Like if I said, ‘What do I do?’ he’d tell me. And that’s what I missed when I left. I really lost that gauge of somebody I could trust. Nightmare. Years and years of crying. Oh, the tears!”
"I had never even taken heroin — it was nothing to do with me at all. I think [photographer Corinne Day], she wasn't on heroin but always loved that Lou Reed song, that whole glamorizing the squat, white-and-black and sparse and thin, and girls with dark eyes. She loved that look.
“I had a nervous breakdown when I was 17 or 18, when I had to go and work with Marky Mark and Herb Ritts. It didn’t feel like me at all. I felt really bad about straddling this buff guy. I didn’t like it. I couldn’t get out of bed for two weeks. I thought I was going to die. I went to the doctor, and he said, ‘I’ll give you some Valium,’ and Francesca Sorrenti, thank God, said, ‘You’re not taking that.’ It was just anxiety. Nobody takes care of you mentally. There’s a massive pressure to do what you have to do. I was really little, and I was going to work with Steven Meisel. It was just really weird — a stretch limo coming to pick you up from work. I didn’t like it. But it was work, and I had to do it.”
"I don’t really go to clubs anymore. I’m actually quite settled,” Moss tells Fox. “Living in Highgate with my dog and my husband and my daughter! I’m not a hell-raiser. But don’t burst the bubble. Behind closed doors, for sure I’m a hell-raiser.”
Photo: Courtesy of Vanity Fair