Sometimes, I think that Miuccia Prada is just messing with us all. Sometime, months ago, she was trying to decide how to trick all the little fashion lemmings into drooling over something ridiculous, so she made her collection full of fairies, fake watches, and tiny Lisa Frank-esque bags.
But it worked. She tricked me, and all of us, because we're all still drooling:
Or maybe we're drooling over Sasha?
(So she's been Miss Prada for ages, so what? I'm sorry, I was not a fan of the perpetually surly Megan Collision - on the far left.)