It's nearly midnight here in Los Angeles and I'm up, combing the wires for every image I can find from the Prada show in Milan. I'm just going to say it straight out: I'm a Prada junkie. Not that I can afford it. I can't. But Miuccia captured my heart when she rolled out that 1950s Ivy League, college girl collection a few years back. (I drove 120 mph to Beverly Hills when I got the call that there was still one Milano souvenir skirt in stock.)
Prada had me through the jewel brooch stage, the robot stage and now this: the bad-ass boot stage. I guess they're called waders, these gigantic boots. They look big enough to eat a Mack Truck.
I don't care. It's all beautiful. I just wished the models looked happier. Maybe the actresses donning the new collection will be more cheerful.
Cathy Horyn, as always, is brilliant on the subject
in the NYT {here}.
3 comments:
The intriguing thing about Prada is that the clothes always manage to be both sexy and romantic.
Funny you mention the models - I looked through the NY Fashion week shots, and most of the models looked so angry I just wanted to look away, regardless of the clothes!
Ahhh, to be able to afford some real fashion... !
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