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Sometimes it just happens — I don’t even notice until it’s too late, when I’ve walked out the door. And horror of horrors, I realize that I’ve left the house wearing head-to-toe Prada.
Sure, it’s okay to be clad entirely in one designer — well, maybe if you’re the guest of honor at his fashion show. (And even when you’re being dressed by said designer… you’d try to wear one tiny thing of your own, if only your underwear.)
As much of a Prada girl as I may be, I would hate to look like too much of a victim. It’s too obsequious, too over-the-top, too easy. There’s no challenge in replicating, wholesale, what you saw in a magazine or on a mannequin in the window of the boutique. It may be challenging to your bank account, but not to your inner fashionista.
In fact, doesn’t it make you more of a fan if you spread the love? In my perfect world, I could wear a bit of Prada every day of the year without repeating. Hmm, come to think of it, I could probably go a week… a month… a season… Hey, do undergarments count?
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June 16th, 2005 01:17
i’m not ashamed to admit that i would absolutely LOVE to be a prada hit & run at some point in my life. give me obsequiousness any day of the week over PRAGIA *ahem* labeled knock-offs.
dare i say it? challenge my bank account! my money could use the exercise. what can i say? some of us like it haute! *wink*
ps: undergarments only count if you wear them on the outside, over soft and comfortable blue tights, complete with red cape. now that style is, undeniably, timeless!
June 21st, 2005 21:02
The first step is admitting you have a problem. Yes, I am a Prada addict! Beware: I like to enable others to join in my addiction. It starts small… a nylon makeup bag here, a pair of sale shoes there. And the next thing you know, you’ve crossed over to the dark side!