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Today in Kate Moss' big cokey adventure, the Queen of All That Is Sane, Salon's Rebecca Traister, gets to the point:

Of course, Moss' real error was in getting caught on tape, a situation that is certainly unfortunate for her, but just as inconvenient for fashion companies, now forced to place their favorite clotheshorse in the stocks, and to distance themselves from her by proclaiming their wide-eyed innocence.

What this drama has done is lay bare the ugly skeleton that holds up a fashion industry that for some time has prized hollow cheeks and vacant eyes, stunted, prepubescent frames, and jutting collar bones from which fabric drapes beautifully. In other words, the body that is appealing to designers — and thus to consumers — is a body that looks like it has been ravaged by drugs. In order to stay employed, models must maintain this shape; to maintain the shape they must do something besides eat right and exercise regularly. Whether it's cocaine or speed or heroin or caffeine or cigarettes or anorexia or bulimia or some combination of the above, most adult women cannot get bodies that look like Moss' healthily, because hers is not a healthy body.

No, but it's fucking hot. And we're disappointed in the fashion industry not because they're feigning innocence about drug use, but because they clearly don't have their priorities straight. Employ hotness at any cost, or Burberry goes back to being nothing more than grandpappy's scarf.

The Rise and Fall of Kate Moss [Salon]