I’m beginning to reconsider whether prada was ever even the sexy intelligent product we thought we were buying into into. Idk i feel like looking back at 2009 the prada product was being a post soviet child bride (r*** victim), miuccia was cunning enough to encase her/it in enough milanese bourgeoisieims (stiff fabric, saw edged leather) that the contrast looked beautiful (little girl all dressed up). But now, with p*rn saturation, both as its own lane, and through social media, that market has separated and become its own behemoth. So we’ve all seen behind the bedroom door and found out what’s there is dull and abject, not titillating and coy. There’s nothing left for MP to infuse, she’s wringing a dry cloth.