Why is Kate Moss Stalking Me?
September 28th 2006 09:46
So let’s just get one thing straight – Kate Moss is absolutely NOT the reason I packed up shop and moved from Sydney to London but hey, you can’t blame me for hoping I might at least bump noses with the
enigmatic one. And it’s been pretty damn close so far. We’ve been in the same place within only a hare’s breath of each other, i.e. I go to see Dirty Pretty Things on Monday night. She goes on Tuesday night. I go to the notorious North London rockers hang, The Boogaloo on Sunday and oh, guess who’s been up onstage rockin’ out with Pete and guzzling pints of Guinness the night before?
So next thing, I’m hanging out in my local just checking out some comedy on the Wednesday night and what a coincidence, she’s there checking out Russell Brand on the Thursday night! This weekend was clearly the highlight though with mere hours between us. I rocked into Heathrow after a crazy weekend in Amsterdam on Monday night at 8.00pm. She’d rocked out, destination Ireland, only hours earlier. And so it goes.
But it’s not all bad - I got to see `The Kate Show’ over the weekend, a crazy art exhibition that was ‘not a celebration for Kate but rather a look at how the personality of a public figure is shaped by the media and becomes our collective public property’. During the show, which incidentally featured a long thing strip of glass with strange, white powder snaked down the middle of it and more disturbingly, Kate’s obituary! My mate asked me would I get my photo taken with Kate when we our worlds did collide, just like I did with (insert name drop here) Courtney Love at the Vines gig the other week. I was like, ‘no way. Kate’s my uber idol and I’m not gonna mess with that’. And that’s my final word on it. What do you reckon about getting close up and personal to your idol? Should we smash the illusion of flawless perfection and just go for it? Or keep a respectable distance and keep the rose glass image in tact?
enigmatic one. And it’s been pretty damn close so far. We’ve been in the same place within only a hare’s breath of each other, i.e. I go to see Dirty Pretty Things on Monday night. She goes on Tuesday night. I go to the notorious North London rockers hang, The Boogaloo on Sunday and oh, guess who’s been up onstage rockin’ out with Pete and guzzling pints of Guinness the night before?
So next thing, I’m hanging out in my local just checking out some comedy on the Wednesday night and what a coincidence, she’s there checking out Russell Brand on the Thursday night! This weekend was clearly the highlight though with mere hours between us. I rocked into Heathrow after a crazy weekend in Amsterdam on Monday night at 8.00pm. She’d rocked out, destination Ireland, only hours earlier. And so it goes.
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Comment by Alexi
Then again, my friend met Robbie Williams and he was a ballbag.