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These days Bowie is a paragon of health. There's a daily boxing sparring session alone and then, on Monday and Friday, a session with his young trainer. Once a week he'll walk to Chinatown for acupuncture. Cab drivers will occasionally shout, "Yo! Bowie!", he says. But really he lives like a regular New Yorker. New York's differing reactions to Bowie and Moss are worth noting. For Moss, the clamouring paparazzi and sideways glances as we walked through SoHo. For Bowie, the Manhattan crowds bumping him indifferently as he left the photo-session in brown hooped T-shirt, baseball cap and thick blind person's shades. Perhaps there is something to this. Quite simply, Bowie has always positioned himself as the outsider, the misfit, the alien. Moss is the ultimate insider: an advertising ideal of beauty, a conformist, someone who thrives on being seen. Well, at least it starts a nice argument...
M: I'm not an insider at all! No! I'm too short and I've got bow legs. I wasn't supposed to be here at all.
B: I've never been a part of the rock'n'roll thing. I know relatively few rock people. Me and the lads never went out as a gang. I've always felt on the outside. Always put myself there. And, of course, had my own little outsider drug parties but I never wanted to be part of the scene. But I think he has a point, you are part of the scene... you holiday with them, go out with them. I never had that. We still both did alright, though.
M: I'm not an insider. That's crap.
Q: Do you like being a model?
M: Yeah. I do now. I go through phases. I hated it and now... I like it again.
B: The year before I met her, my wife gave up modelling. I have never been to a fashion show in my life. Ever. Iman was one of the first models I had ever gone out with.
M: You're not missing much...
B: I kick myself a little bit cos I hear so much about Lee Alexander [McQueen] and Galliano's shows which are stunning theatrical events. And I've seen video of Iman strutting her stuff and I wish I'd seen her for real. But generally the idea of watching birds walk down a catwalk never appealed to me...
M: Well that's what 99.9 per cent of shows are.
B: But she'd known for a while what she wanted to do after modelling - to start a cosmetics company for women of colour. Have you thought about what you want to do?
M: My baby is my focus. But I can still work and make money. And work with great amazing people, artists...
B: But beyond that...
M: I'll stop in a couple of years and then fall into something...
B: I think you should star in a re-make of Poor Cow [Ken Loach's 1967 kitchen-sink drama]. I think you'd be a fantastic actress. In a certain kind of film she'd be dynamite. Like Breaking The Waves, Lars Von Trier's films. Or in a Mike Leigh film...
Q: Do you need to earn more money? How much is enough? Can't it stifle creativity?
M: I don't base everything on money. I've been here for three weeks and I haven't earned a penny!
B: [laughing his head off] Earned nothing? That's outrageous, madam! I think that's the loveliest thing that's been said today!
M: I don't care! It's true! I have to pay the bloody hotels and room service, I tell ya! It doesn't revolve around money but if I get offered a lot of money for a picture I do it.
B: I'm going to phone my agent. I've been bloody sitting here for hours and I haven't earned any money! Let me ask you, I can't bear photo-sessions. I used to love them because I was a tyrant when I was young. I'd have 10 ideas and tell everyone, "This is what we're going to do." I was young... Did you ever feel in control?
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