We thought Kate Moss already did the occasional snap for the Tamworth Echo and Femnips Monthly, but apparently not. For now, at the tender age of 33, she has finally decided to become a proper model. A waxwork model. Ta-da!
To avidly follow Kate Moss’ career is to put your own head in a blender and add soy sauce, ie a pointless endeavour that largely negates any need to be alive. Nonetheless, we still like to check on her progress with a long lens Pentax on a daily basis. Anything interesting, we run it by you. Anything pointless, we do the same. File this one under Redundant.
Being immortalised in wax is the near pinnacle of celebrity for some people. Who cares that the finished result often looks about as much like a human being as Vernon Kay? It’s the taking part that counts. That and the asking.
Though if you’ve got enough cash in your Post Office account, you can just pay Madame Tussauds to do the deed anyway. It’s roughly £300,000 mind, and you even have to cough up your own fare to London for the sitting. It would be far cheaper to just cover your house with mirrors.
You can judge for yourself just how realistic the new Kate Moss waxwork is by gazing lovingly at this picture for five minutes. Yeah, shit, isn’t it.
Not so, according to an unflappable Madame Tussauds spokesperson, and they made the thing:
"She is not just popular in the fashion world and the world of the media, she is also popular with visitors. We have a poll of guests every month and she is always in the top five of figures that they would like to see in here."
Wake up, we haven’t finished! C’mon, what do you think Kate Moss herself thought of it?
"Very pleased."
Our spokesperson again there. Hardly nabbed quote of the year, did he? Though it must have been tough competing with those press animals and psychopathic photographers all trying to get a piece of the real Kate Moss at the launch. We should give him a break.
Oh, but hang on, just checking and it seems that Kate Moss didn’t actually attend the launch of her own waxwork, as she was far too busy flashing her stunningly boyish physique for Grazia magazine. She really must have loved it, then.
Incidentally if you would like to become famous yourself there is no need to take part in a Channel 4 racist sitcom set in Ikea or go on Fortune and make zoo animals with your own excrement, you could just nip down and see Moss’ waxwork instead. As a lucky punter, you’re entitled to have a photo taken standing next to the waxy bint, and then have said snap plastered on the cover of a fictional Tussauds magazine called Iconic.
Fame, eh? Make it all better.
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used less wax to make her than the wax content of one small birthday cake candle. fact