This week, British supermodel Naomi Campbell guest-edited the Russian version of Vogue. For her, this involved being covered in oil and having a python crawl over her.

Vogue completely dispensed with teasers on its cover this month, simply printing an oddly blurry photograph of Campbell and the headline “Naomi Campbell: the editor.”

Editor Alyona Doletskaya writes in her letter to readers that Campbell actually visited the magazine’s office, instead of simply doing lunch, and arrived on time for all the shoots — “well, almost all of them” — as well as was polite to everyone, even when she was in a bad mood. High praise indeed.

In her letter to readers, Naomi Campbell includes a handwritten message, “Love and light to Russia,” and says she chose to do the guest editorship because she lives in Russia and because the Russian edition of Vogue has a “special freedom.” She also drops a mention of the fact that one of the shoots is in front of the Moscow City skyscraper. “That was built by my boyfriend,” she says.

Campbell’s boyfriend, property magnate Vladislav Doronin, is a man with a slight resemblance to Barbie’s Ken. He did a photo shoot with Campbell for Russian Vogue in 2009. She sat on his desk, while he smiled proudly.

Campbell describes Doronin as a “wonderful person” and “very clever.”

The latest shoot shows her posing in gold leather underwear outside the glass towers of the Capital City development, built by Doronin’s Capital Group.

Despite her diva reputation, Campbell was patient during the shoot, the photographer, Danil Golovkin, wrote: “She posed in a swimsuit in freezing temperatures and didn’t complain once.”

This is the second time Campbell has gone native and made a star appearance in media aimed only at Russians. On New Year’s Eve, she appeared on Channel One’s seasonal “Olivye Salad Show” with Doronin, giggling and speaking English.

Russian fashion designer Igor Chapurin asks her in an interview section: “Are you afraid of Russia?” Campbell says no, although she says she was initially shocked at the lack of black people. “I even go to the supermarket sometimes, even though my friends say I shouldn’t,” she reveals. “I’m just a person like anyone else.”

She says she has a “narrow circle” of women friends, with whom she has lunch and drinks tea. She also raves about Russian banyas, although she says she goes to a spa for the experience, rather than roughing it at a home banya.

The magazine says that Campbell “personally dictated” — my goodness — a list of items of clothing that must be worn this season “come what may.” These include tiny Versace dresses and a satin tuxedo from Dolce & Gabbana. So start saving up.

The most recent shots of Campbell are a little odd. There’s an S&M-style shoot by Steven Meisel, where Campbell wields a whip and wears studded leather and chains. Then she poses for Solve Sundsbo in nothing but a pair of Dolce & Gabbana panties and a green snake that is slithering over her body.

She also reprints some of her favorite photographs of herself, including one where she walks along the street with bare-chested Mike Tyson. “The whole street stared at us,” she writes.

Campbell even writes an article about her regular meetings with former South African leader Nelson Mandela — “my grandfather, the sunniest person on earth” — although, this being Vogue, Mandela only gets one page.

It’s not clear whether Campbell herself wrote the articles that came out under her name. An article where she interviews New York gallerist Tony Shafrazi ends with the cringe-inducing line, “I blushed, but as usual no one noticed.”