She’d had the entire place—hall, chairs, pillars, floors, sweeping Art Deco staircases, and all—smothered in lavender fake fur of a cheesy, curly, astrakhan-imitating kind. Bringing down the curtain on Fall 2017 (the fashion shows have been running through the weirdest, most conflict-ridden political four weeks since the late 1960s), Miuccia Prada knew exactly what advice to offer the Miu Miu girls of the world: “It’s about the madness of glamour, in front of an uncertain future,” she said, and then added, “and I am getting really interested in so many kinds of beauty.” In other words? Face it down, glam it out, and represent!
Good, good. They were all there, women of various backgrounds and races. They were an army, clad in synthetically kitsch multi-pastel furry baker-boy hats, coats, and skirts; brilliant clashing psychedelic-print tunics and flares; glittery jewels; and big-shouldered knit sweaters and skirts that hearkened back to the 1940s and ’70s. There were paillettes aplenty—short dresses and skimpy, slinky lingerie slips twinkling with diamanté, accessorized with huge crazy-framed sunglasses.
PARIS, MARCH 7, 2017
by SARAH MOWER – Vogue