Come October, when people look back through the swirling mists of time on Kate Moss' career as a clothing designer - courtesy of the British high-street giant that is Topshop, natch - they might find themselves gazing into the distance with unabashed longing. 'It certainly was surprisingly expensive for a high-street concession range,' they might exclaim with a certain choked-up nostalgia, yearning for the good ole' days when they could trot down to Oxford Circus and snap up an embroidered polyester kaftan faster than you could say 'Didn't Ossie Clark make something quite similar?'

Reader, you may want to reach for your monogrammed handkerchief, because it's true - Miss Moss' inimitable range of imitation vintage garments is set to come to an end, forever denying us the chance to pay approximately 30% more for re-hashed versions of second-hand garments than we normally would in Philip Green's fast-fashion store. Rumor also has it that the split has not been an amicable one, with many sources citing the involvement of Green's daughter in the business from this Autumn onwards as having put Kate in a bit of a mood; whatever the reason, it seems now that rather than haunting the rails of Topshop in their replicate thousands, Kate Moss' vintage finds will be consigned to either her back or the floor of her bedroom forevermore.

The poor little threadbare bastards.

Posted on August 31, 2010 at 6:36:27 by Philippa Snow