Monday, September 26, 2005


If Kate Moss had been hoping that the dogs were going to be called off now that she'd lost contracts, she's going to have an uncomfortable morning. The big company who had decided to stand by her, Rimmel, now seems to have made itself a target. The Sun (them again) fumes over the company's plans to run an ad campaign filmed before The Mirror did its own filming:

COSMETICS giant Rimmel was slammed yesterday for cashing in on Kate Moss’s drug shame in a new TV ad campaign.

Commercials will see the model living up to her wild image by partying all night — before applying make-up in a taxi and arriving for work looking stunning.

"Slammed" might be overstating it a bit - the best a ring-round by the paper could do in the way of outrage was Liberal Democrat MP John 'who he' Hemming:

Lib Dem MP John Hemming said yesterday: “Cocaine damages people’s lives. It is sad a company would endorse that sort of activity for commercial reasons.”

... and even that is hardly much of a slamming. However, it might be enough to flack to persuade Rimmel to do a 360. We hope that they hold firm in the face of this onslaught of mild disappointment from an obscure MP.

Meanwhile, despite his very public descriptions of Kate as a crack-addled slut last week, Pete Doherty still thinks they're getting married this year. Well... maybe...


alexbloger said...

Si analizamos nuestra realidad, talvez lleguemos a la conclusión de que el espiritu del rock and roll hoy en día no es posible.
A finales de los años 50, el mundo entero se contagió de una fiebre de cuero, charol y brillantina al mejor estilo de Elvis Presley. La moda eran las pandillas, los autos convertibles, los jeans apretados para los hombres y los pescadores coloridos para las mujeres. Así quedó plasmado en producciones cinematográficas como Rebelde sin causa (con James Dean, 1955) y El salvaje (con Marlon Brando, 1953), cuyos argumentos apelaban al estereotipo de época que cautivaba por igual a niños, jóvenes y adultos.

Simon Hayes Budgen said...

Nah, I'm not having that - rock and roll was about more than tight leather trousers; and, indeed, still is. People who look for it in Elvis impersonators are bound to be disappointed, and I suspect people looking for it in Pete Doherty would also be pretty thwarted. But that's not because it's not to be found.

You just have to decide what that essence rare you're looking for is.

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