Miuccia Prada is has been very nice person to me lately. Why you ask, because Her Majesty the Creative Director of Earth has given me this lovely collection to salivate over. It is so very very nice and tres tres cool. It looked, to me and err... everyone else in the world, that emphasise on the bust was most definitely back. At the Prada show, the feared deed was done with frills (picture. 8), a kind of novelty-ish folding on the chest (picture. 1), geooorgeous black piping (picture. 6) and belting with thin err.. belts. Which I think is all completely beautiful.
The only thing that annoys me about this collection, (not the fact that the green paisley-ish tank and pants combo is not currently meeting and greeting with all its good pals in my wardrobe) is that almost every single reputable fashion publication, is using them (and other clothes from Louis Vuitton and Miu Miu) in an editorial most often entitled 60s Revival or Classics Revival or OMG I set my Prada pants on fire Revival. (I accidently wrote that last one and I was going to remove it but I will leave it there for it's comedic value, and YES I am insane) So yeah, not that I don't love the old "Revival" editorial, but really it's getting old. (1 month old to be precise) So when the clothes finally get to the stores, everyone will be bored with them and will have moved on to something else. (something insane like Comme des Garçons fire-men's hats... Actually that would be quite cool) I think that is what I love about fashion though. I mean my eyes say 'YES I do need to see more collections every few days after notifications from Style.com and Twitter!!!' but my brain says 'Oh God what has our word come to, needing to have new things every few minutes so that after a week you're bored and want something fresh to feast on like Edward Cullen on a big fat innocent bear. ect. ect. on and on' But usually my brain gives in and then I go on Style.com.
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