Well, my histoire d'amour with Miuccia Prada ended abruptly sometime in my adult life. Such took flight when that crucial realisation affirming the "I'm so fucking sick of wearing clothes that rank high on the scale of making me look ridiculous hence I could project myself a cultural avant-garde (a very dated term, je sais) or that of an intellectual" reality hit me real hard. But then again, every once in a while, Miuccia does have this immense ability to communicate the right things. Often times, this corresponds pretty well with her advertising knick-knacks. And so to the more minimalist aesthete in me and seasonal fashion enthusiast in me, these black and white portraits of her printemps-été 2013 par David Sims conveninetly secure a spot in my fashion hyperconsciousness for the coming season.