
Oh remember remember remember?? 2003. It was a year i will never forget. Fear. Rome. War Sirens and Fashion Fashion Fashion. I am obsessed with 2003 and 2004. Everything about that period is for better or for worse, carved into my brain forever. That was when i discovered my undying, everlasting, heartbreaking passion for
Prada. how could i not? The pink lurex brocade top worn by Natalia (have it), the super heavy stone-laden elastic waist skirt (have it), the gloroius glorious flintstones-futuristic BAGS!!!!!!!!!!

Predecessors to the future-tribal movement JUST taking off (7 years later). I want the sandals!! You dont know how i use to obsesses over the pure simplicity of the silver sandals, the flat, unattractive and yet insanely enticing cuts and silhouettes. Thats when i discovered fashion was more than just about looking attractive, looking good. It was the creation of an entirely different mood. It was "refashioning" the shapes, combinations and colours in your life. It was about walking different, feeling different, making the air around you move different. A cardboardish white silk mini with an equally boxy communist-style top and wispy sandals with GIANT stones on them came to represent the epitome of fantasy. It was a fantasy, an escape, a world that was directly accessible, wearable. It was a fantasy that became a part of your memory. I love it, everything about it.And no matter how much i swooned over those peices of heaven on
Via Condotti,

those were not the days when parents would buy their 12 year old daughters
Prada ostrich handbags. But im not 12 anymore and i STILL WANT THIS BAG!!! I really, really really do!! Look at the glorious metal hoop, the giant happy plastic stones, the feel of the glory days of fashion. This was the ultimate escape. If ANY of my wonderful, fabulous, generous, open-hearted readers discovers the
Prada bag pictured below on Elize Crombez.

Or this
sandal,

please notify me IMMEDIATELY!!!! Thanks guys you're the best.