In what is arguably the most cerebral show of the fashion month, Prada stakes its claim once more at the top of the totem pole, proving its forte in an art form that Marc Jacobs, too, has mastered: bearing no tangential reference to the clothes that came before.
On the topic of this particular collection, which showed yesterday in Milan for the Spring/Summer 2014 season, Vogue’s Sarah Mower asks: “Do you see feminism when you look at these clothes?” She also answers, “Miuiccia Prada wants you to.” And now that it’s laid out there, the influence makes sense: cartoon female faces on long, fur skirts and dresses. Embroidery meant to appear as nonfunctioning bras on coats and blouses. Miuccia Prada is a prime example of a culturally charged humanist, using fashion as her vessel to tell a story, address an issue, approach a topic and solve it.
And though the intellectual abstractions are great, looking past the clothes to determine said cogitations took a small surge of effort. After all, once you’ve feasted your eyes on the colors! The fabrics! The embroidery! The socks! The embellishments on the socks!, what’s there left to think about, right?
Hmm. Maybe the fact that these models forewent their birth-given heads in the name of Helga G. Pataki and Fran Lebowitz and Pat Kiernan et al.
Indeed, upon further dissecting the magic that is Prada, we really wanted to put some of our favorite, non-fashion people (feminists and so forth) in her clothes because everyone deserves the chance to feel she’s on her way to the hottest night club in town, titled Bra-burning Ceremony. It frequently occurs in tandem with a sermon by one John Galliano and a longstanding subsequent dinner at fashion’s favorite Greenwich Village hub: Omar’s.
Observe Sheryl Sandberg as she eschews leaning to instead fashion a pair of footless socks; and Pat Kiernan as he demonstrates that it’s not really news unless you’re delivering it in a strapless dress. Now here comes Eminem, who’s finally accepted that he’s outgrown Slim Shady but that he will never, ever outgrow a sporadic peep hole.
It’s rumored that Whoopi Goldberg sang selects from Sister Act during Prada’s pre-show practice with Albert Einstein as her backup singer, but watch now as the two of them take their runway strides with complete focus. Frida Kahlo is working her biceps in this strapless number — one would also assume she made it absolutely clear to Ms. Cara D beforehand that hers were the Original Eyebrows. And because the whole collection is such a seamless combination of luxury and athletica, here comes Eli Manning who also won a spot on the Miuccia roster.
So, who do you want to see in Prada’s most recent collection? Other than Anne Coulter?