I woke up yesterday realizing it was Thursday, which meant going to see the Prada show in the flesh. The experience of seeing such an influential fashion collection in person, whether good or bad, is like nothing else. Models walked the runway in punky updos and red stained lips. Shoes were a strange version of a leather ninja bootie Prada-fied by a delicate bow made of ribbon.
Kimono-esque jackets paired with shorter-than-short shorts, mini dresses and structured cropped pants all had one common element: the Marimekko-esque doodle flowers.