Kate the Great cannot be tamed. Puffing on a cigarette—and on No Smoking Day, good heavens, the British press squealed—Kate Moss stalked Louis Vuitton’s runway like the fierce supermodel she has been for more than two decades. But she also did it with the shaky comportment and dimpled thighs one would expect to see on a 37-year-old woman who has never denied a taste for partying, and who surely looks dimly on 5 a.m. call times. (Vuitton started promptly at 10 a.m.)
It was a fittingly unvarnished end to a kinky show and a Paris season marred by the fall from grace of John Galliano.
For his part, Vuitton’s creative director, Marc Jacobs, said casting the likes of Naomi Campbell, Amber Valletta and Moss makes sense for a brand as iconic as Coca-Cola. “I always feel [fashion] has a kind of force on an iconic girl,” he said the day before the show. Showing off high-heeled boots with a long, skinny tongue up the front of each, Jacobs explained they take two people about one hour to lace boots onto each girl. Cognizant that Miss Moss might not be so prompt, he was prepared: “We’ll get 10 people.”