“Everyone just expects me to jump now. I think they just think I jump naturally, like put me in great shoes and I jump,” said Caroline Trentini backstage at the Victoria’s Secret show this afternoon.

“Will you ever not jump?”

“No! I mean, as long as people ask me to jump, I’ll jump!”

Once I got that all-important question out of the way, I ran around the room and asked a handful of our favorite girls two critical questions:

1. What’d you have for breakfast?
2. What are you wearing to tonight’s after party?

Chanel Iman said she ate eggs, bacon, potatoes, cereal and fruit. I would have said, “Don’t lie,” but I wasn’t in the mood to pick a fight with an angel and she followed with, “I think eating is sexy.” She wants to wear the Valli dress she wore down his runway, but if it doesn’t show up, she’s sure she can find something “super sexy to wear with my fabulous boots.”

Julia Stegner’s wearing Herve Leger, surprise! (There were two camps of girls, the ones wearing Herve and the ones specifically not wearing Herve because everyone else is wearing Herve.) She’s not a breakfast person, but “I had pomegranate seeds this morning! Only because I’m on antibiotics and I have to eat something.”

So Liu Me: Alexi Lubomirski shot Liu Wen for this month’s Vogue China. If anyone can skip pants in lieu of a striped leotard and camel coat, it’s Liu. {Models}

Big Apple, Big Move: Henry Holland told Grazia he’d consider moving here after coming to town to launch Six Scents Series Two. That very night we talked about swapping apartments for a month, had I known he was this serious, I’d have packed my bags already. {Grazia}

One More Time: We’ve already talked about the top girls this season - who walked the most and the best - but this is the prettiest mash-up we’ve seen yet. And you know how we feel about pretty. {COACD}

Grand Sam: Samantha Morton’s landed the cover of T’s winter issue which is full of ‘nutty’ Brits including Alice Dellal, Stephen Bayley and Vivienne Westwood. We barely recognize her behind the fake lashes and hat - it’s a long way from The Libertine. {TheMoment}

In Her Shoes: Holy crap. Constance Jablonski walked in a whopping 72 shows this season with Liu Wen right on her tail with 70. Well done, ladies. {Models.com via The Fashion Spot}

Congrats to the Klum/Samuels: Doesn’t it seem like Heidi Klum was pregnant forever this time around? Well she finally had that baby girl, and named her Lou. Awww. {Modelinia}

All About Arlenis: Who knew she liked Christian and merengue music? Not us. Also in the likes column: boxing, Rachel Roy jumpsuits, massages and that Oscar de la Renta dark blue dress. {W}

Agent No More: Vivienne Westwood’s son Joe Corré is leaving Agent Provacateur. Word is he’ll keep his shares, but will no longer be involved in the creative—instead focusing on his menswear line, A Child of the Jago. {Vogue UK}

—PHOTOGRAPHY BY JEREMY KOST

When large companies rip-off small designer’s work, we get irritated.

There’s something tragic about watered down design - like watered down beer - ew.

Post-Chris Kane, someone sent us another disturbing Topshop rip-off. That Alexander Wang dress? The black stretch mesh sheath with thick, detailed embroidery? Topshop’s taken it upon themselves to bring the exact same thing, not an interpretation, to the masses.

Wang’s expertly coiled embroidery, extra-long sleeves, fun thumb-loop, and back zipper have been replaced with a far less innovative diamond-patterned embroidery, short sleeves and a plain sheer back.

Just this weekend we dubbed it the new “dress that won’t die.” It’s been everywhere - Kanye’s girlfriend wore it in Paris, Missy Rader wore it in Wang’s lookbook, in editorials featuring everyone from Eniko Mihalik to Liu Wenn - which means that everyone on Topshop’s design staff is ultra-aware of it.

The Wang original is for sale at Opening Ceremony for $955, while the Topshop version is going for $90.

The thing is, no one has to buy the $1000 version. Most people can’t. But instead of buying a copycat, why not admire the original and honor the designer’s work by not encouraging mass reproductions and rip-offs?

—MELISSA ELLIOTT

We’ve started to think of Chanel as a little family.

A royal one of course, with Karl and Lady Amanda Harlech holding court as king and queen, Sebastian playing court jester, and a circle of courtesans, some of whom are in for life (Karen) and some (Irina, Heidi, Lara) who move in and out of favor.

Anyway, the family gathered in Venice yesterday for Chanel’s Cruise ‘10 (ah!) show and while it didn’t go off without a hitch, the clothes held their own in front of the Venetian sunset. The king was late and the queen suffered a mosquito-stung eye, but after the audience took to their wooden deck chairs the girls - Freja, Ikeliene, Siri, Tanya, Liu, Jourdan - strutted down the beach in stripes, tweeds, florals, pajama-like silks and even harlequin prints. There were loads of jewels, strappy sandals, plastic booties and even lace-trimmed biker shorts that make all our thirteen-year-old style dreams come true.

We hope someone packed up the Marchesa Casati-inspired wigs for this weekend’s Life Ball in Vienna while we imagine a dress or two is already headed to Cannes.

Like any good American girl, I’m obsessed with Topshop.

And like any good fashion obsessed girl, I love Katie Grand.

But I have to admit, the Katie Grand styled Topshop Unique show was kind of a mess.

The clothes were very new rave, neon and kind of grungy. Liu Wen, Karlie (walking her first London Fashion Week), Jourdan & co. stomped down the runway in hooded anoraks and massive, blanket-like scarves. There were Balmain-shouldered sweatshirts paired with patchwork leather skirts, ill-fitting tube dresses and a hooded multi-colored sequined jumpsuit to top it all off.

Meanwhile, the accessories rocked, especially the glow stick necklaces and clutches.

Before the show, Hanne Gaby Odiele complained about her fat legs.

During the show, I sat right behind Daisy Lowe, Pixie Geldof and Lydia Hearst (from here on out referred to as the Brit It-Girls). I’d stuffed my face half full of delicious Topshop meringues before someone was kind enough to point out that I’d be in every single paparazzi picture this side of the Atlantic.

Whatever, the meringue was delicious. Wish the clothes were, too.