Prada, fall 2011
Inscrutable, lost-soul luxury. The horrid, addled faces of those models! These clothes are geared either at wealthy pubescent halfwits or women of untold and lonely strength; women with enough personality to contend with an intentionally cloying dollhouse chintziness, or, disappearing into the clothes, letting their sublime ditziness speak for them, lazy-eyed moth-girls, whose nameless bodies are taken, without affection or pleasure, several times nightly by men who wear jewels in bed and ask, dully, to pee on them if they don’t mind.
Prada, fall 2011
Inscrutable, lost-soul luxury. The horrid, addled faces of those models! These clothes are geared either at wealthy pubescent halfwits or women of untold and lonely strength; women with enough personality to contend with an intentionally cloying dollhouse chintziness, or, disappearing into the clothes, letting their sublime ditziness speak for them, lazy-eyed moth-girls, whose nameless bodies are taken, without affection or pleasure, several times nightly by men who wear jewels in bed and ask, dully, to pee on them if they don’t mind.
