Swing and a miss, Prada. Swing and a miss.
The Sarkozys’ Parisian digs have the kind of surroundings you’d expect of an ex model and a politician’s abode: haute couture fashion labels mixed in amongst various ministries and embassies. At the top of Place Beauvau sits Prada which graciously assumes the honor of facing the President’s home. Today however was not one of Prada’s most gracious days. What a heinous scene must assault poor Carla’s eyes every time she leaves her house! Bumblebee bulls-eye hats, camel toe clutches, and the bastard offspring of a mary-jane / sketchers union. What on EARTH was Prada thinking? It’s not even the window display girl’s fault. This is the entire spring line. I have just one word for this collection: fugly.