Kate Moss turns 52 today, a fact that feels almost beside the point. Not because she looks implausibly young—though she does—but because she’s always existed outside fashion’s usual sense of time. Her style is not of the moment so much as gently brushing up against it.
What’s remarkable is not so much that Moss has been endlessly copied; it’s that she remains stubbornly uncopyable. For three decades, the fashion world has attempted to reverse-engineer her magic: the blazer and skinny jeans combo, leopard print and leather hotpants, more best-ever Glastonbury looks than you can shake a tambourine at, and an unexpected allegiance to butter yellow.
