WILD ON MOSCOW.(Naomi Campbell, Marc Jacobs in Russia)

Byline: Andre Leon Talley

Thanksgiving Day: arrival

Naomi Campbell dresses for travel the way people used to. Stepping out of a private jet at the Moscow airport for a sight-

seeing weekend with her pal Marc Jacobs, Naomi was resplendent in a full-on Vuitton wardrobe, a mile of Vuitton travel cases whisked along in her wake.

("Traveling with Naomi and Andre was like traveling with circus entertainers," Marc Jacobs later told Lee Radziwill over a belated Thanksgiving feast chez lui for Americans in Paris.)

Naomi, as a globe-trotting veteran of the runways-both airport and catwalk-knows how to change clothes in a nanosecond. She throws her survival kit into her Vuitton Macha handbag and runs: I counted nine international cell phones in there, plus a BlackBerry; also a Ziploc containing a bottle of Busha Browne's Pukka hot-pepper sauce and Knorr's seasoning ("You put it in everything, and you never get a cold, or sick," she told me; I watched her douse her spices into Russian soups, into mashed potatoes, during airplane meals, at fancy suppers). Marc is well familiar with his old friend's ways. "I always say, Naomi's cell phones work underwater!" he joked. "She can always reach you, or you can reach her, even underwater."

Marc himself-jetting as he does constantly between New York and Paris, to oversee his own Marc Jacobs collections as well as his Vuitton work-has his own travel tricks. If you need to detox, refresh, and un-jetlag yourself after a long night in an airtight airplane cabin, he suggests, "Get some raw ginger, shave it, and float it in a hot tub. You come out feeling brand-new."