In the interest of not dragging out the endless show season for one extra minute, Miuccia Prada said backstage after Miu Miu that she had “few words” to share on the collection, for her sake and the sake of others. “It’s the last show and you need some rest,” she told an enclave of reporters. Her succinct statement: “I wanted to do something very alive and fun.”
The sound bite was music to tired ears, and the show, a parting gift to bleary eyes. Prada delivered a collection for appreciators of real fashion. Fun house and funky fabrics electrocuted silhouettes that seemed to emanate from the Sixties. Much of it was chic, a lot was deliberately tacky. So wrong, it’s right is the tension Prada loves.
A-line swing coats with big collars came in blown-up herringbone plaids trimmed with clashing python pockets and borders — for example, an orange, split pea green and black coat with a pink python strip down the front, worn over a candy apple red stamped-croc mini shift. Prada explored the obsession with animalia — real and fake — showing some coats and skirts in candy-colored python and others in the fabulous patent croc that definitely never had a pulse.
Apron dresses with big plastic buttons and shirts with a wide award ruffle around the shoulders expressed the oddball naïveté that came through in the styling. Amply accessorized with costume floral earrings, necklaces and granny shoes, each look was put together with the giddy vigor of a young, fashion-hungry girl who just blew her allowance at a vintage store, the kind of spree that makes you feel alive.