If Adam’s temptation was anything like this he made the right choice.

Love or loathe her, Kate Moss is one of the most influential women of our age. Now a riveting new book reveals how a failed affair with a Hollywood legend triggered her descent into a spiral of self-destruction.

Jason Lake’s recollection of the previous day was hazy. There had been drink and drugs and the wild rave on the Ibizan beach, and his friend Jade Jagger had introduced him to the girl who now shared his bed. The model.

What was her name? Kate Moss, that was it. She had told him she had just split up from someone called Johnny Depp, another apparent celebrity of whom Jason had never heard.

He was, by his own admission, feeling ‘less than average’ and having a moment of doubt when his companion spoke.

‘Kate was like, “Awright, Jason? Shall I make us some tea and toast?” She was really down to earth, but I’m hearing this voice, this Croydon accent, and I thought, “Is it just me, or is she a bit rough?”‘

Whatever Lake’s doubts that morning in August 1998, the rest of the world regarded 24-year-old Kate Moss as both beautiful and deeply desirable.

It was six years since she had been signed by Calvin Klein and her deal with the company – by then worth £2million a year – was the biggest modelling contract of the day. She had a fortune rapidly approaching the £15million mark.

Kate Moss, holding her pussy

She was on the books of three modelling agencies: Storm in London, Women Management in New York and Marilyn in Milan. She had worked the world’s catwalks, appearing for designers such as Galliano, Alexander McQueen and Vivienne Westwood.

Artist Sam Taylor-Wood was later to describe her as the ‘cultural icon of our age’ and she was already well on her way to attaining that role.

Her popularity transcended barriers of age and social status: from High Street to haute couture, she was universally regarded as epitomising ‘cool’.

Yet on a personal front her life had never been so empty. In Johnny Depp, the film star with whom she had started a passionate relationship in 1994, Kate thought she had found ‘the one’.

She was convinced fate had brought them together and, three years later, when the grand romance started to run out of steam for all the usual reasons – work pressures, conflicting schedules, lack of time together – they were devastated.

Kate’s reaction was to begin living at an unsustainable pace, physically, spiritually and emotionally, and abandon herself to partying.

She demonstrated an iron constitution and a capacity for alcohol that earned her the nickname ‘The Tank’. She would later admit she had been ‘bang into drugs’.

“Why don’t you c’mon up and see me sometime?”

Her appetite for the ‘sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll’ ethos was reflected in the fact that she was often seen at high-profile events such as Rolling Stone Ronnie Wood’s 50th birthday party, a Wild West-themed affair to which she wore tiny Daisy Duke hotpants and a cream hide top that was little more than two ragged strips of material stitched together at the front and tied at the back.

In May 1998, she went to the Cannes premier of Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas with her former lover, exciting speculation that they were reunited.

Afterwards though, Depp was categoric in his assertions that he and Kate were no longer together and that both knew there was ‘no going back’.

Though he had been married before, and engaged to actress Winona Ryder, Johnny claimed never to have really loved before the age of 30 – the age when he met Kate – and gave every impression of being a man who was far from over her.

How difficult it must have been for Kate to hear the heartfelt expressions of regret for the end of their romance. In later years, she would seem to try to recapture a fraction of what she had with Depp many times over.

It was the August after Cannes that she met Jason Lake on Ibiza, where she was staying with Jade Jagger who owned a finca not far from Lake’s.

When he was 14, Lake’s mother, Diana Dors, had died of cancer, and four months later his father, actor Alan Lake, killed himself.

Fourteen years on, in Ibiza, he was, he reflects, ‘a cathedral full of ghosts’. He opted for the oblivion of drugs, partying and sexual excess – his way of postponing the moment when the merry-go-round had to stop.

One night at a rave on Atlantis Beach he spotted his friend Jade Jagger.

Kate Moss and her stuffed animal fetish

‘I made a beeline for her, and she was there with this girl. I said, “Who’s your mate? Who’s the pretty girl?” She said, “Kate.”‘

The name didn’t mean anything to him. He had submerged himself in life on Ibiza and before that had been travelling in Goa.

He asked her what she did. ‘I’m a model,’ came the bemused reply. Then, perhaps hoping to prompt some realisation of the scale of her celebrity, she added: ‘I’ve just split up with Johnny Depp.’ That name also meant nothing to Jason.

‘Never mind, love,’ he told her. ‘I’ve just found out my girlfriend’s been unfaithful to me, so I’m a bit on the rebound myself.’

Kate burst out laughing. She had thought he was winding her up, but it was clear that this guy was the real deal, oblivious to her fame.

They danced and flirted and as the night wore on and the drugs took hold the dancing became more sensual.

‘I suggested we all go for a walk along the beach,’ Lake explains.

Jade and Kate were good friends and not about to abandon each other simply because some man had pitched up and shown interest in one of them. So they all went for that stroll.

‘We kind of settled on the beach for a while and had a bit of fun and eventually the sun was starting to come up, so we all decided to go back to Jade’s.

We carried on partying, drinking, dancing, getting high, having a good time. We spent the day listening to music and moving between the inside and outside of the house.

It must have gone on another 24 hours and then it started getting dark again. It was a real mash-up.

We quite agree, Mr. Lake, she’s fucking sexy.

I said to Kate, “I’ve got this lovely house, do you fancy coming back?” ‘

A taxi was called and they drove inland to Lake’s whitewashed finca where the party continued à deux.

The next morning, Lake recalls waking up and wondering if Kate wasn’t a bit ‘rough’.

‘I couldn’t work it out because I’d been on such a bender,’ he says.

‘Then I looked at her and thought, “Yeah. She’s really pretty and she’s fucking sexy. She’s got a bit of a gob on her, but she’s lovely.” ‘

Over the next two weeks a rhythm developed.

In the mornings Lake would make smoothies for Kate. They’d relax round the pool, soaking up the sun, then plunging into the water. After doing that a few times they might have the first vodka of the day.

Then they might telephone Jade or simply meet at Benirras beach where she and Kate loved to sunbathe topless or nude.

‘Kate wore very little. People used to call her and Jade the Dynamic Duo, cos they looked so amazing that year,’ Lake recalls.

They talked about life and love, albeit with the sort of profound inanity that comes with booze, drugs and sunshine.

‘She spoke about Johnny a bit. She was upset about it, really upset. We’d talk about relationships and she’d say, “Isn’t it hard? Aren’t they sexy?” And I’d say how life was a mixture of joy and pain. I was trying to console her, I suppose.

She can use that gob on us any time.

‘I remember telling her I had a child from a previous relationship – a daughter, Ruby. She turned to me and said, “We’d probably have nice kids together wouldn’t we?” It was really sweet the way she said it.’

In the evenings they would go to a bar and knock back vodka, champagne and tequila.

Kate’s volume, Jason recalls with a faint cringe, would increase as the night wore on. ‘We’d both get really pissy, but she could get really loud. That voice carried, it fucking carried.’

Lake’s ticket out of Ibiza and back to reality had already been booked before he met Kate. She drove him to the airport on the day. They exchanged numbers and wished each other luck.

Looking back on that 1998 summer, Kate recalls: ‘I was living fast. It was, “Sleep? Why? Why not go on? There’s too much to do. There are too many places to go.”

‘I was working, I was travelling a lot. I was playing and I didn’t stop. It got to the point where it wasn’t much fun any more. It all became unbalanced.

‘I was not very happy. I was doing things that weren’t good for me. I had tried to stop certain things before; I had tried to get focused on other things.

‘But I always ended up back in the same place and it wasn’t making me happy. It is quite amazing what I didn’t feel after a while. I didn’t really want to feel things, probably.’

In November, Kate learned that Vanessa Paradis was pregnant with Depp’s child. Any hopes she harboured of a reconciliation with Depp ended.

Later that month she made a difficult admission. Something was terribly wrong. She needed help. She no longer felt in control of her life. It was a dizzying, fearsome realisation.

Over dinner at The Ivy with Meg and Noel Gallagher and Scottish music mogul Alan McGee, during which Kate ate nothing, she tearfully shared her anxieties.

The following morning she checked herself into The Priory in Roehampton.

It’s time to open the curtains.

It was, Kate later reflected, ‘like boarding school’, and she loved it. Tellingly, part of what she ‘loved’ was meeting ‘normal’ people.

‘I did that whole walking in with dark glasses thing,’ she said, ‘but after five minutes it felt ludicrous.’

Kate intended to stay for two weeks but ended up staying for five (the Priory recommends a stay of 28 days for the treatment of addictions).

Not once, she claimed, did she crave a drink, though she couldn’t remember a time in the past decade when she had walked down a catwalk sober or woken without a hangover.

She could not in all honesty ‘blame’ the state into which she had fallen on modelling.

She would probably have ‘got there in the end whatever’, she reflected. ‘Modelling just speeded things along.’

When she emerged from The Priory in December 1998, her home in North London had been purged of alcohol.

She had also had the house exorcised, once by a Christian priest and once by a Thai lady who pinpointed a tribal mask as an ‘anchor for evil’. Kate had it burned.

For several months she attended Alcoholics Anonymous and Narcotics Anonymous meetings and saw a psychiatrist once a week.

For a time she enjoyed a relatively stable and conventional relationship with magazine editor Jefferson Hack, with whom she had a child, Lila Grace.

But unfortunately for Kate, her stint in The Priory was not her last brush with rehab.

In the first week of 2005, her friend Mick Jones, a former member of The Clash, invited Kate to watch Pete Doherty working in the studio with his band, Babyshambles.

More gratuitous thigh candy.

Doherty was lightly witty but certainly didn’t appear overwhelmed by the presence of a supermodel in the studio.

That degree of nonchalance appealed to Kate. She invited him to play at her 31st birthday party at her house in the country and by the end of that evening it was obvious they were a couple.

Draw up a list of habits and character traits that no mother would want to find in her daughter’s boyfriend and Doherty would tick every box.

He was five years younger than Kate. By the time she met him, he had fathered an 18-month-old son, Astile – born to Lisa Moorish, former flatmate of Meg Mathews and mother to a child by Liam Gallagher.

He had spent four weeks of a six-month sentence in prison for burglary. He was addicted to heroin, with three failed attempts at rehabilitation to his name. His drug use made his behaviour unpredictable and his moods violently changeable.

He had little to recommend him as a partner. Kate fell for him instantly.

It was not long before their relationship settled into the pattern it was to follow for close to three years.

Doherty would appear splashed across the newspapers in some drug-related tale of impropriety and hot on its heels would come word that Kate was ‘having second thoughts’ and ‘issuing ultimatums’.

We had no idea that she was a size queen until we saw this photo.

Yet for all the speculation there was never any physical evidence of Kate’s supposed uncertainty. She had fallen for Doherty, and for a long, long time he could do no wrong – no matter how much wrong he did.

He confidently asserted that he would be going into rehab, that he and Kate would marry and that he was happy.

‘Who wouldn’t be? I want to make it work,’ he said. ‘The drugs have got to stop or I’ll lose her.’

No doubt he meant it each of the many times he said it. In that, he was no different from any other addict.

Doherty and Kate seemed convinced that they had somehow discovered the true versions of themselves that nobody else could ever see, never mind understand.

As proof of that devotion they each had a tattoo on their bottom: a ‘K’ in a love heart on his, a ‘P’ on hers. Kate seemed to indulge him.

But friends saw a junkie who let Kate down, who would leave her waiting for him to turn up at her home or at the pub.

They saw a man with filthy fingernails, an East End flat in disarray and a musical talent that seemed to be stalling before it began. They saw a string of court appearances and failed attempts at rehab.

They saw Kate, her hair unwashed, her face free of make-up because Doherty liked to see ‘the true’ Kate.

In the early months, Kate’s association with Doherty did her career no harm. Quite the opposite.

Kate had moved towards brand endorsements, and each time her face was in the paper, regardless of the reason, it kept her in the public consciousness. It maintained her cool factor, too. At first.

For once, even we’re speechless.

On September 6, 2005, Kate went to Metropolis Studios in Chiswick, London, where Babyshambles were working on material for their album.

It was late, the atmosphere was relaxed and members of the band milled around. Kate chatted with Mick Jones and teased Pete. The session went on into the early hours.

A few days later, Kate and Doherty flew to New York. It was the beginning of the city’s fashion week and she had a shoot lined up.

Early in the morning of September 15, Sarah Doukas, the founder of Storm, called Kate in her hotel room. Somebody had secretly filmed Kate’s visit to Metropolis Studios.

There was Kate, perched on the edge of a leather sofa, casual in a sleeveless T-shirt, knee-high boots and a tiny denim mini-skirt, her hair dishevelled and tucked behind one ear so she could focus on the business in hand.

Balanced to her right was a CD cover, on which she meticulously chopped and crushed up a block of white powder.

She used a credit card, carefully sharing the powder into equal, generous lines, then she took a rolled-up banknote and snorted one.

The pictures were grainy, but they were impossible to explain away. Within a couple of weeks of the story breaking, Kate was back in rehab.

‘This scrawny kid didn’t have a clue’

We’re fairly certain that the photographer asked what it would take to get into her boots.

In October 1988, Sarah Doukas, founder of Storm model agency, sent a 14-year-old Kate to photographer David Ross in Earl’s Court, London, for her first professional shots.

‘I opened the door to see this scrawny little child,’ Ross recalls. ‘I thought it was some girl who had pressed the wrong buzzer and her mum was obviously in the building and she was trying to find her.

‘I was expecting her to say, “Can you tell me where flat so and so is?” Instead she said, “I’m Kate.”‘

Ross realised this was one of Sarah’s girls. He told her he couldn’t take any pictures that day because she was so young, and that she should come back the next day and bring her mother or a friend.

The Kate Moss Cyber Lovedoll?

She turned up the following day with a friend. She also brought with her a couple of changes of outfit: a white jumper with a leaf motif, black tapered trousers, neat pumps and a scrunchie to tie back her unkempt hair.

‘She was trying, God bless her, but she didn’t have a clue,’ Ross recalls.

The resultant shots were neither remarkable nor promising.

Kate, pictured right in one of the photographs from that first session, wasn’t particularly tall. Her features were not voluptuous. She had crooked teeth and her lips were rosebud-like but pursed.

Her complexion was youthful but not flawless and her bone structure pretty enough but, however much it has been admired over the years, it seemed to Ross no more remarkable than that of countless other far prettier girls who had stepped into his studio.

Her eyes were interesting – arresting even – but not truly astonishing.

For Kate, the whole afternoon, according to Ross, seemed ‘a bit of a lark’. He feared that it was a waste of film.

Escaping into fantasy

Don’t blame us, this wasn’t our fantasy.

Johnny Depp gave Kate an appreciation of writers such as F. Scott Fitzgerald, Jack Kerouac, Truman Capote and Hunter S. Thompson.

Kate has read and re-read the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald. She makes no secret of the extent to which she relates to the American author’s tales of desperate, destructive decadence, and just as she has been drawn to the books again and again, so she has returned to the lifestyle many times over.

Fitzgerald was the inspiration for the theme of her 30th birthday party: The Beautiful And Damned.

When Kate was in The Priory, Marianne Faithfull sent her C.S. Lewis’s The Chronicles Of Narnia. Kate had read the stories as a child, but she read them again, gratefully escaping into their fantasy world.

‘I just loved them … it would completely be the whole heavy day and then go back and get into bed and read these books. It was such a treat.’

Other post-Priory favourites were The Picture Of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde, works by Henry Miller and erotica by Anais Nin.

‘I don’t think you have to not like sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll just because you stop,’ she has said.

‘I’m changing, but I don’t feel like I’m turning into a person who doesn’t like that kind of lifestyle.’

She is also a fan of mystical bestseller The Celestine Prophecy, by James Redfield, which convinced her that her meeting with Johnny Depp was predestined.

Bizarrely, Lila, her daughter, is named after the eponymous heroine of Lila Says, a book first published in France telling the sexually explicit story of a 16-year-old girl growing up on a sink estate.

The mystery of Kate’s girlfriends

We’re not sure who’s feeling up whom.

In March 1999, Kate was in New York for Anna Friel’s opening night in Patrick Marber’s play Closer.

At the after-show party Anna looked stunning, dressed in a silver gown with a see-through bodice. Anna was thrilled that her friend was there.

They embraced and were so tactile that one photographer covering the party claimed his film was confiscated because the pictures were so ‘hot’.

It was not the first time Kate’s physically affectionate relationship with her female friends had been commented on. She and Anna had already famously shared a playful kiss in The Groucho Club in London – the pair clearly enjoyed winding up the Press.

Kate preparing for the post party lesbian orgy.

The celebrity pages of newspapers and magazines featured images of Kate holding hands with, draped around or on the knee of female friends – including Jade Jagger, pictured above with Kate in 2000, Meg Mathews, Sadie Frost and Samantha Morton – far more regularly than they carried images of Kate and any man.

Her New York agent, Paul Rowland, commented: ‘Kate is just very affectionate.’

But there were other factors at play, too. Female friends are often more tactile than their male counterparts, but Kate’s demeanour was more flirtatious than many.

Years of stripping off for photoshoots had altered her sense of her body; she was disconcertingly matter-of-fact about nakedness and had an almost defiant sense of her own beauty.

Kate is, by nature, flirtatious and tactile, and drink and drugs are great inhibition removers.

Courtesy of The Daily Mail UK

Yasmin Fostok showing off the bounties of Allah

LONDON, UNITED KINGDOM– Busty Yasmin Fostok, 27, leads a secret life after rebelling against her fanatical Muslim dad – who rants against Western “depravity”.

She has performed in London pole dancing bars and gyrated half-naked in cages at club nights.

And she admitted: “I’m willing to go topless if the venue is right.”

Yasmin, a party-loving girl who quit the family home in North London four years ago, added: “I don’t get on with my dad.”

Bakri, 50 – in Lebanon after being kicked out of Britain – told The Sun: “I am deeply shocked.”

Bakri is a Muslim preacher of hate who wants all women to be covered from head to toe.

His daughter loves partying, happily poses for raunchy topless photos and is described by a lover as “very adventurous in bed”.

He hailed the 9/11 terrorists as the “Magnificent 19″.

“I bet you want to see what's behind my veil.”

The two worlds of bile-spouting Omar Bakri Mohammed and his sexy daughter Yasmin could hardly be more different.

Today The Sun can reveal how busty Yasmin has turned her BACK on her father’s fundamentalist teachings to flash her FRONT in men’s clubs.

Frenzy

She has toured as a “podium” dancer with a troupe called Ibiza Untouched, whipping up crowds of clubbers into a frenzy.

And she has even worked a fire-eating routine into her act.

A source close to Yasmin, who has a three-year-old son, said: “Bakri would have a heart attack if he saw his daughter on stage.

“She was brought up a strict Muslim and had all of his extreme teachings about morality drummed into her head.

“This is the promised land of milk and honey.”

“Yasmin has no time for Bakri’s evil views.”

Exiled Bakri, known as the Tottenham Ayatollah, reacted with horror when told about Yasmin – now living as a single mum after an arranged marriage to a Turk collapsed.

The 50-year-old cleric – who has set up home in Beirut after being booted out of Britain – told The Sun: “If this is true I am deeply shocked.

“She was brought up properly in the Muslim faith, but she is free to make her own choices in life. But I am still shocked.

“I haven’t spoken to her for a long time because I believed she was living with her family in Turkey. But I knew nothing of this.

“She should not seek forgiveness from me, she should seek forgiveness from God. It is his forgiveness which is important.

“If she has done these things she will be judged on Judgment Day. But God will forgive her anything except becoming a non-Muslim.

“I have no control over her because as far as I know she is still married. Her behaviour should be the responsibility of her husband.”

The Mullah's daughter shaking her groove thang.

Asked about her experience, she said: “I’ve done pole dancing, but I like to keep it quiet.

“I don’t normally do topless work, but I’m willing to go topless if the venue is right.”

The olive-skinned beauty, who uses aliases including Yasmin Raider to conceal her identity, was also willing to bare nearly all on a recent holiday in Egypt.

She flaunted her boobs as she posed for snaps in just a skimpy thong.

Yasmin has had a string of boyfriends since her marriage split.

One lover, who asked not to be named, said: “She’s a million miles away from the daughter her daddy would have wanted and is very adventurous in bed.

“She likes to dress up in kinky gear and has worn a police uniform, a French maid’s outfit and various office clothes.”

Yasmin, who has tattoos of her name on an ankle and a dragon on her back, grew up with six other children of Bakri and her mum Hanah.

She remained a devout Muslim in her teens and wore a veil and “cover-all” clothes.

Family sources said she left Salisbury School in Enfield, North London, at 16 after her parents fixed an arranged wedding to the Turk.

But the marriage faltered as she became disillusioned by her father’s hardline mantras.

She moved out of the family home in Edmonton, North London, four years ago.

Dingy

Yasmin Fostok in MILF mode

Her £900-a-month rent and £240-a-month council tax are paid by the state and she receives child benefit and income support of around £100-a-week.

A source insisted her dancing and modelling work brought in little more than pin money to settle debts and pay household bills.

Yasmin, currently dating a 26-year-old satellite TV installer, is still thought to observe the Ramadan fast and abstain from eating pork in line with the Muslim faith.

But she said of her dad: “I don’t get on with him – he is not around here at the moment, is he?

“His views are nothing to do with me. I am an adult, my own person. I am an individual. I do my business and he does his.”

Self-styled “sheikh” Bakri caused outrage when he heaped praise on the 9/11 jet bombers.

Asked if he condemned the disciples of Osama Bin Laden, he ranted: “I condemn Tony Blair. I condemn George Bush. I would never condemn Osama Bin Laden or any Muslims.”

The Syrian-born preacher later blamed the Government and the British public for the 7/7 outrages in London which killed 52 people.

His outbursts led to the order allowing him indefinite leave to stay in the UK to be revoked.

He was exiled to Lebanon in 2006 after costing British taxpayers £300,000 as he brought up his family here on handouts.

Courtesy of The Sun UK

It's MILF night on Naked Circus

The singer says she finds the idea ‘hilarious’ but hasn’t ruled out posing nude in the racy magazine.

‘At the age of 33 it’s flattering to be asked. ‘I’m busy at the moment, but I’ll have to think long and hard about it. Maybe next year,’ she told The Sun.

In the meantime, she’s sticking to lingerie modelling, and has once again peeled down to her smalls for a new promotional blitz for Ultimo.

She is pictured wearing a range of sexy undergarments to promote Ultimo’s new Autumn/ Winter 2008 Neptune collection.

The sultry shots were taken in a stunning mansion in the Hollywood Hills where Mel donned a series of designs which showed off her well-honed figure.

We couldn't resist adding another eye candy shot. That's just how we roll at Naked Circus

Meanwhile, Mel is gearing up to renew her wedding vows with husband Stephen Belafonte at a secret later this year.

She says: ‘We said the first time that we’d like to have another one, but it wont be huge and over the top, it’ll just be close friends and family.

Ultimo designs are available from Debenhams nationwide.

Courtesy of Daily Mail UK

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“I can't be pregnant! Maddie's still breastfeeding!”

In a blockbuster world exclusive, The ENQUIRER has learned that the 17-year-old Zoey 101 starlet is now expecting for the second time – a mere three months after giving birth on June 19 to baby Maddie Briann.

Jamie’s desperate to keep the shock ing news secret and some people close to her are urging Jamie Lynn to consider ending the pregnancy, sources say.

“Jamie Lynn is about eight weeks pregnant, and she and her mom Lynne are hysterical,” revealed a close source. “Neither of them knows what to do, but for now they’re trying to keep the news from getting out.”

Too late.

The unplanned pregnancy came as a shock to Jamie Lynn, who’d been breast-feeding her infant daughter Maddie Briann, insiders say.

“Jamie Lynn believed she couldn’t get pregnant while she was breast-feeding,” said the close source. “She’d expected to have her period by early September.” A home pregnancy test came back positive and Jamie Lynn cried her eyes out, said the source.

Her mother Lynne was livid when she found out, divulged an insider.

Meanwhile, insiders say that those close to Jamie Lynn are urging her to abort!

“They’ve reminded Jamie Lynn how much trouble she had adjusting to motherhood with Maddie, and pointed out that having a second baby now would only be a recipe for disaster,” said the close source.

Courtesy of the National Enquirer