And then there is Kate Moss —
Sculpture of Kate Moss in Oslo mall.
More seriously . . . Hemingway moss —
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"In the meantime we had found out how to beat the erosion of the fiesta and get away from the noise that was getting on the nerves of some of the more valued members of our group. It was to leave in the forenoon and drive up the Irati River above Aoiz and picnic and swim and then drive back in time for the bullfights. Each day we drove further up that lovely trout stream into the great virgin forest of the Irati that was unchanged since the time of the Druids. I had expected it would all be cut and destroyed but it was still the last great forest of the Middle Ages with its great beeches and its centuries-old carpet of moss that was softer and lovelier to lie on than anything in the world. And each day we went farther and farther into it, getting back later to the fights until, finally, we skipped the final fight, the novillada, and penetrated to a place I will give no details on because we want to go back there again and not find fifty cars or jeeps have found it." — From The Dangerous Summer by Ernest Hemingway |