Sienna Miller Studies Kate Moss To Play Edie Sedgwick – Part One

It was 2:07 AM Sunday morning in June on one of the club-heavy blocks of 21st Street in Manhattan. The interior design was done in a cheap middle-eastern theme, the cut corners in money spent was hidden by the dim light. There were about sixty people dancing and drinking, lying on couches, passed out on cushy chairs, smoking tobacco and lots of other agricultural products, and eating the constant service of Ritz crackers with cream cheese and red caviar. The four bartenders were women, young, maybe not even of drinking age yet, and all dressed casually but smartly. Two blonds, one brunette and one red head.

“Did Kate Moss just walk in?” said the red head.

“Yeah. She’s friends with Sienna Miller,” said the blond.

The riot of noise, the bustle of bodies and the chemicals in the arteries were enough to keep Kate Moss from being noticed by all except the two alert bartenders.

Kate Moss was wearing her usual large sunglasses and was dressed as if she just spent a night under the Brooklyn Bridge with some winos. But then, this was one of the Kate Moss looks and so the bartenders did not take notice of the fact that Kate was strung out. She was on her ninety-second cigarette of the day and she walked briskly through the crowd and touched the shoulder of Sienna Miller as she passed. Sienna turned and saw Kate glance back at her as Kate walked into one of the bathrooms in the back of the club.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” said Sienna Miller to Jude Law who was holding a bottle of champagne and had been talking to a friend that no one seemed to know the name of.

“Sure,” said Jude Law.

Sienna Miller was wearing a black short skirt and white blouse with socks and hiking boots, which made Sienna’s legs seem even longer than they were. It was a combined upscale-downscale look, as if she were getting out of a limo to walk a mountain trail.

Sienna walked straight into the bathroom after she asked one of the body guards to keep others out.

She found Kate Moss with her butt leaning on the black marble sink counter, her legs crossed, smoking and very fidgety.

“So glad you came,” said Sienna.

“Look, I ‘m sorry, but I don’t really have the stuff,” said Kate.

Sienna noticed that Kate’s hair was matted, greasy and disheveled. There was a small spot of blood on Kate’s left arm. It was just the look Sienna had gone for when she played Edie Sedgwick in the feature film Factory Girl which was currently in post production.

“Do you have a cigarette. I need a cigarette,” said Kate Moss.

“Kate, you’re smoking a cigarette already,” said Sienna.

“Oh. Yeah,” said Kate. Kate then throws the cigarette down on the floor.

“I want another one. OK. Is that OK with you,” said Kate.

Wow. This was exciting. Kate Moss’s nervous and brain-drowned behavior was always an inspiration for playing a drugged out, fucked up girl, which is what Edie Sedgwick was, bottom line. Yeah, Edie was rich, but money did not really make a difference when smack was flowing in the veins.

“Sure, you can have a cigarette,” said Sienna. Sienna pulled out a pack of American Spirit cigarettes and was about to pull out one when Kate Moss grabbed the whole pack, pulled two out, lit both of them with a Bic lighter and handed one back to Sienna.

“Thanks,” said Sienna as she took the cigarette and took a puff.

“I said I was sorry. OK?” said Kate.

“OK. OK. So you didn’t bring the stuff,” said Sienna.

“No. No. I did. I did bring it. I just…I just did it myself, OK. You got that. I did it myself,” said Kate.

“All of it?” asked Sienna.

At that moment Kate Moss seemed to turn to rubber, her legs buckled and she fell to the floor, slowly, but she fell just the same, somewhat breaking her fall with the bony arms and splinter hands and wrists.

Sienna watched this as if a spectator. It was almost a beautiful thing to watch as Kate Moss collapsed like the Wicked Witch of the West. But then it struck Sienna Miller that Kate Moss was unconscious.

To Be Continued.

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