I’ve landed post-Topshop opening. It’s barely noon and I’m exhausted. In case you weren’t following my Twitter, here’s what happened:

The line twisted through Soho, up, down, around Broome/Broadway/Crosby. A crowd even assembled across the street just to watch the line. Passerbys asked why crazy people were in line and what the hell Topshop was. Sir Philip Green looked on with his suited buddies and a British TV presenter asked questions like, “Where did you come from?”

I too asked questions. One to a girl camped comfortably on the sidewalk.

“I’m from England,” she answered, in a thick British accent.

“Well, yeah,” I said. “But you live here now, right?”

“No. I’ve flown in for this,” she responded, looking at me like I was nuts.

Pinkberry passed out yogurt, Madewell distributed coffee to welcome their new neighbors and perfectly dressed Brit chicks handed out Topshop gift cards. Around 10:50, the crowd went nuts. Kate Moss appeared for mere seconds and the store opened. It was the most organized fashion event I’ve ever attended - most organized of the crazies that is.

Inside, the crowd asked for leather jackets and Kate Moss’ new collection. They also asked about prices. The thing is, Topshop prices are not H&M prices. If you’ve never actually shopped at Topshop and yet been swept up in its charm, you probably don’t realize that a cotton summer dress will set you back about $100 and a simple tank up to $40 - not exactly cheap. On top of that, the dress I bought in London last month for £45 is $90 here which means I saved almost $25 and they’re apparently not paying much mind to current exchange rates. Not that I didn’t still walk away with this Kate Moss Liberty dress (that I just looked up on Topshop’s site - it’s £65 which is $95 dollars but it’s $135 at the store - ouch).

I made it down the escalator where Christopher Kane stood, calmly letting his roaring gorilla tee do the talking for him and Sir Philip granted more and more interviews - only after telling his staff to lower the music.

Is it worth going later today? Probably - unless you don’t do well with crowds, in which case I’d suggest waiting a week.

Yesterday, somewhere in the UK, someone got the last copy of LOVE - That’s right, 67,000 copies have been distributed and sold, making the new glossy one of the fastest selling debut magazines ever.

So with all these people having a naked Beth Ditto on their coffee tables, it’s become the obvious time to launch her clothing range for Evans, that part of the Arcadia group owned by Sir Philip Green which has been described as the Topshop for the “bigger lady”.

Well today I can reveal the collection may be coming sooner than we all thought: I have word that the campaign is being shot in the next couple of weeks and the collection will be in stores late March / early April.

More details to follow from the shoot.

—BR(IT) BOY

It was only a matter of time before we made it to a show with Kanye, right?

He rolled up at 11am sharp with an entourage of five boys and a hot girl, embraced Scott Schuman, got introduced to Garance and lingered for photo ops. I was waiting in line to get into Preen, with my pounding headache and a large Americano, and I’m pretty sure he gave my knee-high red suede boots a second look - that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Inside the Altman building, the audience unanimously agreed we missed Preen’s regular Espace venue and Faran declared, “Kanye’s so not the celeb sighting at this show.”

“Oh really?” I asked.

“Nope. Check out Philip Green.”

So I did. I said, “Hi Mr. Green. My name’s Britt and I write for a site called Fashionista.com. We’re huge fans.” (If he doesn’t actually read us, he’s very good at pretending.) “So what can you tell me about Kate’s new collection?”

“Nothing. But you can ask my guys, they’re all here,” he laughed.

“But it’d be so much better to hear it straight from you,” I prodded.

“Sorry kid,” he winked.

Ouch, especially considering Anne Christensen’s actual kids were playing on the plastic-covered runway. Anyway, this kid took her seat and watched Preen’s unusually colorful Fall collection parade by. There was fur, more cut-outs and some very strategically placed pockets atop Karlie KIoss’ nipples.

Meanwhile, one lucky member of Kanye’s entourage got to sit smack in the middle of the Vogue-ttes - click through for priceless, “What the fuck is going on?” faces.

Rumors surround Kate Moss like socialites surround the upcoming Chanel sample sale

But this particular one, that she’ll grace the cover of Vogue’s August issue, appears to be true.

She was out and about in East London the other day wearing a Burberry trench, being directed by Grace Coddington and shot by Mario Testino - and that’s pretty much the Vogue Trifecta. An August cover would also coincide quite nicely with the September opening of New York City’s first Topshop - a party Kate’s sure to attend.

With Philip Green’s biggest star on the cover of the biggest fashion magazine, there’s potential for him to single handedly revive lagging ad sales.

Which means those much anticipated September issues might still be ridiculously heavy.