edgy meets boring.

the moment i landed in london last march, i said, “get me to topshop.” having never been to the UK before, topshop was a mythology in my mind. i understood it to be like the 5th avenue H&M times 10 – and live up to the myth it did.

the new york times has announced that top shop is scouting nyc locations to bring its trendy wears stateside. the article says the average topshop enthusiast is “knowledgeable and demanding, with a near insatiable appetite for novelty and a bargain.”

my traveling companions and i were told we made a pseudo-mistake going to the flagship store at oxford circus on a saturday afternoon. truth be told, i felt like i was at an impromptu fashion show – skinny jeans, faux hawks, and african émigrés wearing baggy jumpsuits and intricate corn row designs.

london is much edgier than nyc, in my opinion. people are more risky, more european. i will say, however, that goddess like worship of so-called fashion queens siena miller and kate moss has turned london girls into commie-style clones. there’s nearly a uniform for the hipsters heading into brixton for a good time.

my black drainpipes are smarter than yours.