I can’t hold it in … we MET Madame Prada!
(Because if you’re in the know, then you KNOW, that that’s how you must refer to her… and well, we’re in the know).
Even with all that knowing going on, we didn’t actually know it was going to happen, and we definitely were not prepared for it – but there we were, mingling our way backstage to find ourselves just behind Sofia en route to a casual meet ‘n greet with THE one and only. I won’t lie, I couldn’t even look at Erik when I realized what we were in line for …
… I had a tiny panic attack inside (as one does when you’re thrown in front of a legend you save every cent for in hopes of just mayyyyybe purchasing something from their new collection) and then calmly introduced myself, told her how much I enjoyed the show, exchanged phone numbers to grab a coffee later and then kiss kiss ciao. JUST KIDDING. I don’t remember – I feel confident that I smiled and said some combination of Ciao! Hi! SO lovely to meet you!! followed by a swift exit to the left with an air of disillusionment. Erik thinks he introduced himself by name and mentioned Garance, but I don’t buy it.
ANYWAYS – the show was so very cool. I truly love menswear, so for me this was almost more special (and Erik too, because he loves men hahahaha) than seeing my first woman’s show in Milan. But really, the styling, very sailor-cum-romatic cast-away, once broken down, was a dreamy array of cropped and tuxedo-striped trousers that both man and woman could easily intermix into a wardrobe.
The hero of the show must be the beautifully drawn prints from artist Christope Chemin that covered the oversized and loosely worn shirtings. And I must mention what the Prada team calls “tricks”: the irregular accessories worn in the show, like the oversized keychains made of locks, massive antique-like keys and small books. Totally unrealistic, but completely necessary.
So there you have it, arrivederci Milano!!