Whatever one has to say about Topshop of late, at least they've been giving us something to laugh at in these bleak times of essay deadlines and international unrest. Feeling sad? Just browse topshop.com and feel instantly better about life's problems! Take this plastic basket, currently retailing at a fiver. I think it's cute. Mostly because it appears to have been stolen from a small child's supermarket playset. One can only imagine the designer sitting at home, racking their brain for inspiration, when their small child tries to make them play 'shops'. Lightbulb! Actually, being inspired by children might explain a lot of Topshop's offerings of late, such as the playsuit (presstuds in places there really shouldn't be presstuds) and the bumbag, both of which appear to be making an ill advised comeback. I do realise that nineties fashion is inexplicablely popular again (I blame Nu-rave. All those bright colours, and drugs), but when will people realise that not everything about that decade was good? Or, erm, anything for that matter. And it's not just in fashion! Take That have reformed! What next, Menswear? I'm sorry. No one should joke about things like that.
The other slightly unsettling thing about this "bag", apart from the fact that it would make you look like you were holding it for the kids you were babysitting, is that anyone could see what was in there and easily make off with it. Innocent mistake, or cunning plan by Topshop to steal a lot of fifteen year olds Ipods? You heard it here first kids.
Of course, the best thing about the nightmarish visions Topshop.com dredges up is that some deluded fashion victim somewhere is going to think they're a good idea. And wear them, while the rest of us laugh. Unless of course, Menswear do reform, which would mean dark days ahead for everyone. (Whilst 'researching' this post, I discovered that the guitarist from Menswear now manages Bloc Party. No wonder I hate them!)
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