Oh Mossy. Kate strolled into Paris this morning after catching the Eurostar there from London to continue her book tour.
After recovering from her post London launch party hangover from last week, the Supermodel had
lots of lines of cocaine a tiring day today lined up in the French capital – where she was going for a signing for her book, which is called – wait for it- KATE.
She was at the (and I seriously mean this) coolest boutique not only in the world but in Paris- Colette- for two hours from 4pm-6pm signing dedications for shoppers who’d purchased the book.
Don’t hate me but I’ve bought one (unsigned) – it has every single photo taken of her since she was 15 and I do love a good coffee table book, even if they’re actually all kept in a cupboard as I don’t actually have a coffee table.
Anyway, is it just me or is La Moss’s nose on the wonk?
I know it’s always a shock seeing the stars of perfume and clothes ads un-photoshopped so it might be that.
A few more white Christmasses and it’s going to be sliding off her exquisitely-chiselled face.
Oh well. At least she’ll have the fluffy dice that she’s jauntily tied to her designer bag to entertain herself with.