Kate Does It Again
Kate Moss did another naked shoot with Terry Richardson for Lui Magazine. How many times is that now? You stop counting after a while, honestly.
At forty, Kate Moss is still beautiful enough that photographers want to shoot her naked and magazines want to publish it. I’m not criticizing it. There’s something almost professional about the whole thing—it’s her job, she’s good at it, and it pays.
Richardson’s the obvious choice for this kind of work. He’s spent a career shooting naked women, and he’s built a very specific aesthetic around it: something that feels intimate and artistic even though it’s being published for strangers to see. It’s slick. You can respect the competence.
There was a skeleton couple in the frame, which is the kind of detail you throw in when you want to make a naked photoshoot feel like something more. Art. Context. Mortality. But a skeleton doesn’t really change what you’re looking at. It’s still Kate Moss.
What strikes me is how long this has been happening. Since the nineties. Different photographers, different magazines, same basic situation. It’s just her thing now.