Good evening, reader.
Topshop, the latest in the battle to take to the low-to-moderately priced fashion no man’s land, opened up this week in the Apple. I’m all down for stores that sell colorful t-shirts for less than double digits and feature celebrity designers of dubious taste and skill. But more than anything the opening looked like fun, a sort of mixture of a NYU hipster party, Entertainment Weekly b-reel showcase, and whole slew of folks of whom I have no idea.
And one guy I had an idea.