Personally, we can barely go into TopShop on Oxford Street without having to internally chant ‘breathe in peace, breathe out peace’ while manically caressing our worry beads to sparking point. Tis a very big you see and panic attacks are so 2009 – what with the Credit Crunchie and all that excess stress – so we have what is known as issues. But forget all that because today’s most excitingly unexciting news is that TopShop launches Stateside on Thursday. Hooray!
Now you too can look like a carbon copy of the next girl slash boy slash in-betweener in your skinnier than skinny skinnies, pre-dirtied white plimsolls and ‘ironic’ t-shirts. But who are we kidding? Popping into TopShop/Man/Both of a lunch break is something of a national pastime over here, so we hope all the beautiful Noo Yoikers and their munty friends (always good for bag holding, queue defending and agreeing with your every purchase) turn up in their squillions.
*spins around on chair wearing nought but an ironic t-shirt and a faux-dirty plimsoll. Skinnies are in the wash*