There's a line in the new Vanity Fair's cover story on Kate Moss that the model makes more money than ever, post-coke addiction, and peers out from more magazine pages. No kidding, just in VF. She adorns the cover and three cover folds for Calvin Klein jeans. Two pages later she's holding up Louis Vuitton bags, then she's in ads for Dior and Burberry, butt naked in a double-page spread for David Yurman, and on three Versace pages. When the editorial starts, Kate has four photos with the 2006 Best-Dressed List (with Gwen Stefani and Sofia Coppola.) Later there's a layout of six photos by Mert Alas and Marcus Piggott with the article that calls her "the last great silent star, a ubiquitous post-modern Garbo." More Moss gets squeezed onto the Table of Contents page, with Graydon Carter's editor note and in the fashion credits. (A personal note, what can I say about a spouse who puts a yellow Post-It on every Kate Moss page?)

How VF views L.A.: In a piece off her new book Beauty Junkies: Inside Our $15 Billion Obsession with Cosmetic Surgery, New York Times style writer Alex Kuczynski says:

In beauty—as in politics or wealth or social ritual—all is relative. I am five feet eleven inches and normally weigh about 148 pounds. In Los Angeles, this means that I am fat, repulsive, and cannot find a pair of blue jeans to fit me in any of the tony boutiques.

Also Los Angeles-centric in the issue: Dominick Dunne reminisces about Aaron Spelling, Fanfair visits The Terrace, Hyde Lounge and trendy spots on Melrose Place, Bruce Handy reviews Hollywoodland, Krista Smith goes around with the Tanen sisters and Night Table Reading includes Barney Hoskyns' Hotel California: The True Life Adventures of Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Mitchell, Taylor, Browne, Ronstadt, Geffen, the Eagles, and Their Many Friends, the other Laurel Canyon book. Finally, LA Observed contributor Bruce Feirstein presents "True Lies," a witty take on Internet insincerity.