Christmoss

Coke wedged in the nostril aside, Kate Moss is uber cool. In fact I would go so far as to say she is the personification of cool. The beauty of Kate is that while she is totally untouchable in a supermodel kind of way, she is also easy to identify: she has a gap in her teeth - she's not perfect; she has terrible taste in men - who hasn't been there?; she's a bit of a bogan/chav; she parties too hard sometimes and looks a bit worse for wear (until she slaps on some Rimmel); she writes woeful poetry and doesn't care; and she never admits to being perfect. On the other hand, not many of us have a chance to design and model a range of clothes for Topshop. We can only hope to buy some of those said clothes.

Kate Moss is on to her 8th collection for Topshop - she got herself some longevity (and a fantastic agent) there. In the latest collection, she channels the glorious Brigette

Bardot all set for Christmas trashbag nights with sexy toussled bed hear, smokin' hot smoky eyes, legs that go forever, and the attitude that has made Kate Moss the icon she is today. Prices start at the super low price of £22 - that's cheap even for us Aussies with our heinously low dollar. *sigh* To have been shopping on 28 October when the collection launched.

In addition to the stovepipe pants (I bet she wishes she thought of Black Rats first), fringed leather jackets and general shorty short party dresses, there's also a limited edition collection of glamour dresses styled in F.Scott Fitzgerald era of 1920s glamour (I'm dying): slinky embroidered satin and chiffon floor-length evening dresses. Apparently one is backless and covered entirely in dark blue sequins. These dresses will be available at the Oxford Circus store at a killer £400 each. The collection also features capelets with gold fringing and brocade detailing. So so so jealous that I'm not wearing any of that stuff right now.

I think Tyra calls this fierce