If there were any doubts, any rumblings around the throne of Kate Moss as Ultimate Fashion Icon of Our Era and Probably Everybody Else's Era Too, they have surely been silenced by the crop of images that has emerged from the model's summer holiday this year.

She has been snapped with pals Fergie (the Royal one) and Mario Testino, flitting between Venice, Ibiza and Formentera, sunbathing vertically against the prow of a yacht (SIGH *stares at office rollerblind*) But that's only the beginning of all the Kappreciation you're about to feel (I'm aware that portmanteau is tenuous at best, yes).

What you feel, surveying these pictures of Moss in holiday mode, is a bit like what you used to feel in 2007, back when we were all young and naive, when not just anybody could be a 'style icon' or 'fashionista' (ick), but when it took real sartorial flair and hours of patience at boot sales or Portobello. Back before Portobello felt like a boot fair, in fact, and before teenagers wore bowler hats for no reason. Those days: when what Kate Moss made you felt was a full-body longing to emulate rather the brief tingle you experience in your fingertips whenever you see a picture of Olivia Palermo.

There was a reason why hers was the only celebrity clothing line to fully inspire confidence and true fan-dom: because she's the only celebrity we've ever really wanted to dress like. I mean, really. As in, you'd pick whole outfits according to whether they made look more or less like her. A boot could be jettisoned should it cut you off too high on the calf; a maxidress cast aside if it didn't cling in exactly the right place (it's the sternum, in case you were wondering).

The feelings Kate Moss engendered, with her skinny jeans, her ballet shoes, her belts and denim shorts, sequined vintage jackets and (eep) even her tunic dresses, was like crack – the kind you used to get on New York corners in the 80s (I'm told) that knocked you out for days. What we get from our clothes horses these days is but a fraction of that original superstar razzmatazz cut with Prittstick and some worming powder.

Go on then, click the gallery for your fix... You know you want to.