This is the Prada that I love and that I have missed greatly over the last few years. The show was raw, it was romantic and it echoed such emotion that it literally moved to me to tears (wow in the heart-attack when I saw Gemma Ward opening). It pushed the extreme of deconstructed clothing, I imagined a little Miuccia sewing this in her basement.
It has honestly been too long since I have felt this moved after a fashion show. Bravo.