She designed it in two weeks. Actually, 13 days. From the close of her Prada show in Milan straight on through the entire course of Paris Fashion Week, Miuccia Prada designed, sealed and delivered the entire collection of her little sister brand Miu Miu. It takes me longer than that to put away my laundry. It would be downright despicable if it weren’t so cool. It’s humbling to see what masters like Prada can do, like keeping your cool and a straight face at the arrival of another season without a garment to show two weeks prior. I didn’t know those kinds of things could happen.
It starts with a soundtrack you might find in the denouement of a Hitchcock film – lots of dramatic strings, and down the staircase comes a slate gray, unspectacular A-line skirt with a black top and a matching criss-crossing stole, awesome witchy/dutch clog-booties and oxblood red eye-shadow. So it was a case of immediate ambivalence. The decision to open, or even include, such insignificant throw-away pieces like those skirts remains a mystery. After 15 looks or so of black, gray and maroon (which is not to say that those colors are unforgiving) the reds began to pop in, followed by patchworks of prints in white and cerulean and almost chartreuse-ish yellow. Like it’s big sister Prada, there were plenty of coats, busty tops, which played gorgeously here with the proportions of the sheath dresses below, and lots and lots of lace. From dresses to stoles to coats, the use of lace here felt more modern and definitively less saccharine.
The footwear here is bound to cause a ruckus. Whether they’ll achieve the supersonic cult status that last season’s glitter-spackled heels have been inducted into – we will have to wait and see. But on that front at least one thing’s for sure – you’ll have to wait longer than 13 days to find out.