I thought Moss’ post-coke “comeback” (she’d always been the industry darling, and everyone rallied around her as soon as the pics hit the front page of the Sun) was laudable–give a girl a second chance, especially when the industry would have been super-hypocritical for ostracizing her (though it would have been a good opportunity for some industry-wide reflection).
But this overtly codependent, dysfunctional relationship she has with skeevie, sleazy Pete Doherty? When is the fashion world going to call a spade a drug-addicted- dirty-wanna-
be-bad-ass-spade? I mean, there is going for the bad boy, and there is going for the guy who looks like a boll weevill, can’t keep out of rehab, and sprays his own blood on MTV cameramen.
It’s like the helpless situation when your best friend is about to marry the guy you knew sat alone in his high school cafeteria (because he tried injected a passed out lunch lady with heroin), and you can’t say anything to dissuade her.
I hope this picture disproves rumors that Moss is pregnant with his baby, otherwise there is a whole other set of objections to raise.