Prada: Raw but Refined
By SUZY MENKES
MILAN — “Raw elegance,” Miuccia Prada said, in one of those cryptic explanations about the Prada show Thursday in Milan.
Did that apply to the lean, checked tweed tailoring with the sly sexuality in a neckline slipping open over bared shoulders? Or maybe the swing of a full Alaïa-style skirt, while the cuffs of the matching jacket were cuddled by sable?
This refined, elegant, luxurious but slightly disturbing collection played with the raw and the refined: rough tweed against the asymmetric fall of a skirt smothered in sequins.
This was a New Romantic Prada of the 1980s kind, as if worn by women relieved to go back to the ease of roomy tailoring — but with a long life, make that “sex life” — behind them.
There was a film noir eeriness about the ragged, soaked hair, the makeup and lipstick faded as if by too many kisses, and the black-and-white backdrop comprising a flight of birds, a cat in a window, occasionally swishing its tail, and the shadow of a woman waiting in a doorway.
A similar set had been used for the men’s show in January, where there was also a prominent theme of checks. But this powerful women’s collection had so much more depth. It was an ode both to a woman in need of a winter wardrobe and to women wanting so much more out of life than just clothes, as beautiful and luxurious as they were with crocodile coats and golden belts.
Perhaps Ms. Prada is the only current designer who can offer a wearable wardrobe while getting under a woman’s skin.
Or as she put it in a wistful conversation: “Romantic is impossible. Decadence is impossible. When you have a fantasy, you have to control it. But you can be passionate about anything.”
She could have been talking about herself — or the clothes.