• Kate Moss' well-documented coke binge last week doesn't compare to that one time she blew through a fist-sized mound of cocaine with fellow catwalker Naomi Campbell, or when she demanded several hundred British pounds' worth of coke just to attend an event with Nelson Mandela, or that three-way incident with Jude Law and his then-wife, Sadie Frost. [R&M]
• The pre-Emmy party at the Hollywood Roosevelt hotel was a tweenie showdown, with Nicole Richie and Mischa Barton holding court on one side of the pool and Paris Hilton, Mary-Kate Olsen, and Lindsay Lohan on the other. Lohan, being friendly with both "teams," spent most of her time running back and forth. Then Hilary Duff took everyone's lunch money. [Page Six]
• On her last night as a free woman, newly-imprisoned rapper Lil' Kim enjoyed a tearful dinner at Mr. Chow and dancing at PM. All in Gucci, and all for the cameras. [Lowdown (2nd item)]
• When Mayor Bloomberg kisses a woman, it's "all teeth, no tongue." Remember that come November. [Page Six]
• Will Martha Stewart take off her chinchilla just long enough to shill for PETA? [Scoop]

Not one week after supermodel Kate Moss was busted by the UK's Daily Mirror for indulging in some beefy lines of coke, cheap-chic retail chain H&M has decided to drop supermodel Kate Moss from its upcoming campaign. This comes as a complete 180 from yesterday, when the company publically stated to be "giving [Moss] a second chance." Apparently they needed to sleep on it one more night, because that second chance lasted about 24 hours, according to an H&M spokeswoman:

As it turns out, most of last week was not a figment of our imagination: Supermodel Kate Moss, appearing on the cover of the UK's Daily Mirror cutting and snorting hearty lines of cocaine, has admitted that she was not bumping a mix of powdered sugar and baking soda. The white substance featured at right was, in fact, COCAINE.

It figures that the most fantastic moment (ever?) on the Today show would come from red-carpet hellion Joan Rivers, who kindly delivered her post-Emmy fashion wrap-up with daughter Melissa. Speaking live from Los Angeles, Rivers noted, "We're all trying to forget Hurricane Katrina, and Patricia Arquette looks like she did her hair in it."

Outside the Fashion Week tents yesterday, the highlight of the week: A Saks promotion for their goat cashmere collection, now available in fall's hottest shades of piss.

The good news is that the Daily Mirror isn't mean only to Gawker, forbidding us from posting the Coke Moss pictures. The bad news is that the Mirror appears to be mean to everyone in the colonies.

A correspondent notes that a Google image search for "kate moss cocaine" returns one lone result: a photograph of Lindsay Lohan.

You really have to hand it to the Daily Mirror: After yesterday's front-page story starring supermodel Kate Moss — who bravely inhaled multiple lines of Bolivian marching powder — they've managed to stretch the story out to a second day, announcing that they have video footage of the event ('cause, you know, it's fun to hit the rewind button and watch Moss shoot cocaine out of her nose).

On Wednesday, when we read the news that Heather Mills McCartney stomped over to Jennifer Lopez's Sweetface clothing offices with a PETA video, our childish first instinct was to write the item with a punchline relating to her prosthetic leg. No, we decided, that's just too easy. For once, we'll not go the path of poorest possible taste.

• In the wake of her awesome drug-abusing debut, supermodel Kate Moss enjoys a calamitous scene outside the Mercer Hotel, complete with stalkerazzi and the FDNY. [Verbose Coma]
• After 5 months of marriage, actress Renée Zellwegger and country singer Kenny Chesney have their marriage annulled. The perfect Hollywood romance! [People]
• Britney's abortion doctors speak: "How we failed..." [Low Culture]
• Courtesy of the blogosphere's irrepressable Andrew Krucoff, a handy guide to understanding teen-fixated writer David Amsden and Amsden-fixated TMFTML blogger Alex Balk. [YM]
• As Tara Reid's Taradise travel show enters its final hours, the Tara Reid Self-Loathing Index resists the influence of Reid's parental units. [Gridskipper]
• A few days ago, we wondered how rapper Lil' Kim would spend her last days as a free woman before heading off on Monday to serve a year in prison for perjury. As it turns out, our guesses were way off: She's filming a reality tv show. Predictable. [Reality Blurred]

We've spent the better part of our day celebrating model Kate Moss, who has boldly come forward as part of a new drug-awareness campaign targeting circles of the chic and fabulous. The UK's Daily Mirror is dripping in grainy snapshots of the supermodel cutting and snorting lines of cocaine; after the jump, we're proud to present you with the entire photographic collection. It's the prettiest lesson in rail-blowing you'll see all day.

Click to enlarge. [Image via The Daily Mirror]

• Naomi Campbell pitches a fit at the tents and, just like that, saves Fashion Week from utter irrelevancy. [R&M]
• When he's not too busy being fake gay with pals from Queer Eye, stereotypical celebrity chef Rocco DiSpirito is allegedly "grabby and stalkerish" with the ladies. [Page Six]
• Lloyd Grove honestly expects you to care that the Olsen twins' bodyguard, Foster Zeh, was once involved in some insurance fraud mess. As long as he keeps our little rat girls safe, we don't care what he's done in the past. He's a hero in the here and now, as far as we're concerned. [Lowdown]
• Yellow Fever designer Jamison Ernest likes to give his single lady friends a present they truly need: a Rabbit vibrator. Is a pity dildo better or worse than a pity fuck? [Page Six]
• Britney's baby boy has the initials PMS. Do with this information what you will. [NYDN]
• Apple Paltrow, whose mother Gwyneth won't let her near instant soup, is a big fan of Jay-Z. The precocious tot actually knows all the words to 99 Problems. [Scoop]

It's not today's story about supermodel Kate Moss, who the UK's Daily Mirror has photographed hoovering coke, that has us all worked up. She's a fucking model, for chrissakes, and joined at the butt to rocker Pete Doherty, who's addicted to substances we don't even know exist yet. OF COURSE SHE DOES COCAINE. Welcome to Fashion Week 1978!

From the Times feature on scenester/designer Zac Posen's West Village rental, which he shares with his boyfriend, an interior shot:

• Actress Vivica Fox insults rapper 50 Cent's handling of their relationship, deeming it to be "ghetto love." As if she expected anything more of a man who considers a bulletproof vest part of a three-piece suit. [Scoop]
• Determined to convince Jennifer Lopez of the evils of fur, PETA-loving Beatle-wife Heather Mills McCartney personally marched a video of animals being skinned alive over to Lopez's Sweetface clothing offices. Alas, Lopez wasn't around for a viewing. We doubt she even knows she has a Sweetface clothing line. [Lowdown]
• French tabloids regurgitate old quotes from Desperate Housewives' Eva Longoria to make it seem as if she's cheating on her basketballing boy-toy Tony Parker. How appalling; our American gossip columns would never do such a thing. [Page Six]
• Director Guy Ritchie shoves lamb roast in Madonna's face, to which his wife responds by dumping couscous in his lap. All this loving laughter, however, does not change the fact that his latest film reportedly sucks. [R&M]

It's more tragedy from the Fashion Week front: Last night's Surface to Air/Estuay/Tokion mag party was crushingly shut down, forcing hundreds of greasy, hip folk to evacuate the Gallery on Elizabeth. And with nary a Cobrasnake photog in sight!

Attention: This week's edition of New York mag's Look Book does not feature a total fucktard. We're sorry — we know you were really looking forward to gawking at some NYU fool who fashioned a tuxedo out of a mere trucker hat. But don't worry; Kirsten Yadouga (at right) is still worth a moment of good-natured mockery! An accessories designer for the Gap, Kirsten likes to look girly and pretty, loves alternafreak author JT Leroy, and claims to have found that fab yellow dress at a vintage store. (Well, we suppose last season's Ella Moss is "vintage" in some circles.) After the jump, Intern Alexis rounds up Tim Stack, Meredith Bodgas, and Chris McFall ponder Kirsten's style and what would happen if she met JT Leroy.

An enterprising reader figured out the secret to getting into any fashion week event in the city, and he shared it with us, so we're sharing it with you. We have no proof the following exchange, to get on the list for the H&M David LaChapelle party tomorrow night, is really true. But we also have no reason to think it isn't:

Yes, we've been to a few fashion shows, so we do know that the wait for the first rawboned orphan to come stomping down the runway can be somewhat interminable. But is it really so bad that Vogue editor Anna Wintour's daughter, the friendly looking Bee Schaffer, had to drag along her 7-pound copy of The Iliad? We're appalled Wintour would even let someone of her bloodline be seen with such a thing; intelligence is such an unattractive accessory. Bee could have at least found a nice fur trim for the book, something to make it a bit less ghastly. Tsk, tsk.