Once upon a time (about 15 years ago), almost like in ancient Greece, goddesses used to walk the earth, among mere mortals, and briefly graced humans with their flair and their beauty. You probably remember them: Cindy, Claudia, Naomi, Christy, Linda...
Beautiful and proud, they were adored and revered by all, because of lucky gene pools and the ability to walk a straight line with the grace of gazelles. They were called supermodels.
Then, luckily, people stopped adoring them as much as they did, probably because they figured out there was really nothing to adore, or maybe because of that George Michael video (let's face it, the man is a bit jinxed).
Today we have once more a greek creature walking the earth, and that is the mythical bird that never dies, the phoenix, aka Kate Moss.
No matter how many times she falls, she always gets up. There is no drug (legal or illegal) that can kill her. And no matter how many times she fails, as long as she repents and recognizes the error of her ways by issuing a brief statement to the press, people will always forgive her. Because people love a prodigal son (daughter), at least in the case of Kate. I don't know why it didn't work for Jennifer Lopez, when she happened to be part of that little "accident" in P.Diddy's car, Louis Vuitton pulled her out of the magazines as fast as possible, and no matter how much she tried to show repentance (she dated Ben Affleck for god sake!), she never got that job back...
And instead here's Burberry giving Kate her ads back:
And Nikon giving her new ones:
And that's great.
But things are getting a little bit out of hand, because it looks like there are no other models interesting enough and Kate is just everywhere.
Maybe other aspiring models should take notice and start snorting more coke in public...