Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons send a collection on the catwalk for the summer 2026 with an apocalyptic flavor. Expression of the precariousness of our time.
The spotlights were recently turned off and the music, powerful, complex, at times cacophonic, still fills the ears of the guests at the Prada fashion show. The applause to the two designers Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons then leave room for reflections on an apparently “wrong” collection in the cutting of the pants, too short, too cigarette, in the risky combinations through the orange and a brown melma, in the use of unmented heaviness (the collection concerns the spring summer Z2026). In the use of the suit.
In short, nothing harmonious and, to use a desuetic term, nothing donor. The Prada man seems temporary, as the current times are. Apparently wears what happens. It looks like a fugitive, one escaped to an unjustified apocalypse.
It is certainly not a beautiful, elegant, combed man. But perhaps, what the collection wants to ask us is precisely this: what sense did it make today’s toilets? Of the impetged managers? Prada’s modernity, perhaps, lies precisely in its principle of reality. Even when the man on the catwalk is in underwear.
