The Skate Moss

Kate Moss had just done Playboy at 39—on those pages with the same practiced indifference she’d been projecting since her teens in Calvin Klein ads. The beauty is obvious. What’s always been more interesting is the durability. She was a rebel, a junkie, a muse who reportedly drove more than one art-world name to genuine despair just by being in the room. The mythology around her is so thick by now it’s almost structural.

Designer Nick Thomm made a skateboard deck in her honor—he called it the Skate Moss, which is frankly perfect—and it’s one of those objects where the concept and the execution land at exactly the same moment. I’ve been staring at it too long and I genuinely want to ride it, which is strange because I haven’t been on a board in years. Around a hundred euros plus shipping. Reasonable, for something this clean.

I might get it. I’ve bought dumber things on worse pretexts.