Forget the G-20 summit in London and the grim economic news our world leaders are discussing. The U.S. Topshop/Topman four-story megaplex has finally opened its doors in Soho, christened by Kate Moss gleefully twirling on a podium in her own creations alongside Topshop owner and retail tycoon (and one of England's wealthiest men) Sir Philip Green—or Uncle Phil, as she calls him. Oh please, so would you if you could use his private jet whenever you wanted. This was amid no fewer than four frenzied days of private parties, dinners at Balthazar, gift-card grabbing on the street, VIP shopping events, billboards at every turn and very, very happy people everywhere. Happy. Happy, dammit!
Now, there was a time when this would've made us all jelly in the knees, maybe even sent us into an impromptu rendition of "At Last," à la Beyonce at Obama's inauguration. But that would have been, um, closer to last September. Since then, our hearts have been toyed with too many times, tortured with “construction delays,” “safety permits” and so on—all sounding too much like excuses from “He’s Just Not That Into You.”
Still, like all co-dependent relationships, there’s a lot to keep us going back for more. For one, an entire floor of Kate Moss for Topshop, some juicy designer collaborations with the likes of Preen and, allegedly, an on-call courier service—in case you have a life-threatening deficiency of skinnies or shrunken blazers. So we're going to ignore the part of us that agrees with what the Guardian wrote—"(It's) hard to comprehend such febrile anticipation for what is, essentially, a mid-budget fast-fashion chain store found in most high streets"—and just be happy.
Labels: Franklin Melendez, Kate Moss, Preen, Sir Philip Green, Topman, Topshop