Hey guys, we have so much to catch up on!
Whenever I return to my blog after a long hiatus it’s always with a deep sense of guilt. I feel like a fickle lover, coming and going as I please with nary a care for this blog or any of my erstwhile readers. But alas, I find myself at loose ends, and here I am again, ashamed but ready to pick up where we left off.
Which happened to be just before my grand (debatable) cross country move! After 3.5 years in New York City, I’ve returned to my hometown, a sleepy suburb just outside of Los Angeles, California. It feels like it should feel like a big move, but strangely it doesn’t. Of course I miss New York. There are so many amazing people and places I left behind there, and who I miss deeply. But it’s eerie how quickly the human mind adapts to change. I remember laying in bed the night before I was set to fly back home, with an ache in my heart for an entire life I was leaving behind for an uncertain future. It seemed so unspeakably sad, that in order to create a new beginning, another chapter must irrevocably end; I’d never have this particular time and place again. A five hour plane ride and I’d magically have a new life in a new place. Now, 3.5 months later, facing the end of yet another year, I look back and feel as though not much has changed. I still feel like the same person, and life here has already become so routine as to erase anything that came before. Maybe it’s a defense mechanism, so I don’t feel immense pain anytime I think about what I’ve lost. If so, it’s working. I feel remarkably normal.
ANYWAY, that’s not what I came here to talk about today. What I want to talk about is Prada, and how awesome Prada is. Specifically, Prada Fall/Winter 2004 Ready to Wear. I mean seriously, check this shit out. It’s amazing.
Lately, so as to distract myself from the creative rut I’ve been stuck in, I’ve been spending a lot of time on Pinterest. My regular morning travails through the site led me to discover some images from this line, and like a junkie looking for another hit I hunted down more. Prada has always been a favorite fashion label of mine. I know I’ve discussed this approximately 2349783294873982 times on this blog, but for me fashion is more than pretty clothes: it’s a way to express your unique perspective or point of view, a way to create your own world through the aesthetic choices you make. Miuccia Prada is definitely a woman of a like mind. Every show from Prada feels like a small capsule of a much bigger world, a world infinitely more beautiful and fascinating than the one we live in. (Also, I just discovered from her Wikipedia page that she studied to be a mime and was part of the feminist movement in the 1970s, which makes her even more awesome than she already is.)
What I love is that Prada never takes itself too seriously. While one of the primary influences of the collection was German painter Caspar David Friedrich, Miuccia irreverently mixed this old world aesthetic with the new, incorporating digital prints and techy accessories into the collection. The very 2004 incorporation of “video game” influences could date the collection, but is instead tempered by the timeless aspect of Friedrich’s romantic paintings and classic 1950s silhouettes. When I look at this show, I don’t see paintings and I don’t see technology; I see a wholly new world as imagined by Prada. The layering of texture upon texture is luxurious, but also suggests a wardrobe built up over time–an entire world that exists behind every one of these outfits. I see femme fatales who could take over the country; who attend socialite events during the day and kick ass at night; who spend their free time in opium dens and speakeasies and fuck you if you think that’s unladylike. It’s dark and glamorous at the same time, whimsical and sexy and kind of morbid. If I were the queen of some foreign principality, or maybe a major drug dealer or something, this is how I’d want to dress. To show people that yeah, I’m cool and have good taste, but I also don’t take shit from anyone. Am I reading too much into this? Maybe. That’s the beauty of fashion, though. The clothes are only half the equation. The other half is what you bring when you wear them.
And look at these badass advertisements for the line, shot by Steven Meisel. I mean, don’t you just want to be the women in these ads? Prada’s ad campaigns always merge seamlessly with the collections. I really admire the aesthetic cohesion of the entire Prada brand. Even without the name, you could look at these ads, at these clothes, and immediately think Prada. That’s something I aspire to–that someone could look at something I’ve made and immediately know that I made it.
This whole collection was so amazing that I actually overcame my extreme apathy and laziness and made a blog post about it. That’s really the highest endorsement you can get from me. So I hope you love it, too.