Prada FW25 Womenswear: When Timelessness Doesn’t Speak Loud Enough
Prada posed a timely question for their Fall/Winter 2025 Womenswear show: What does femininity mean today?
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For a house rooted in intellectual rigor, cultural weight, and visual authority, the answer came through — but only in fragments.
The show opened with intimacy. A close, compressed runway drew us in, inviting a personal proximity to the models. A gesture toward the nearness of femininity in everyday life? Maybe. But the closeness rarely translated into emotional contact.
Many of the models wore a stoic, restrained tension. Clearly intentional — but vague. Were we seeing exhaustion? Rebellion? Disinterest? If Prada intended to construct a new language for womanhood, why deliver it in monotone?
Then there were the stairs — an ambitious architectural move that may have hinted at symbolism. Perhaps a nod to the daily elevations women must navigate? But instead of a metaphor, it read more like an obstacle. A runway hazard, not a narrative device. It asked to be noticed, but didn’t offer much in return…
And the clothes — at least in the early half — lacked the sharp clarity Prada is known for. Look 13 featured a pair of jeans that felt misplaced. Too casual, too expected, too much of a "choice" for a house that’s made a career out of challenging default fashion logic.
But the show evolved. And when it worked, it really worked.
Favorite #1 — Look 22/52
A storm-gray oversized peacoat held loosely with a thin brown belt. The look was finished with a fiery red purse and an oversized emerald-toned necklace. There was effortlessness, but also control. A woman who’s not trying to impress you — she’s just not asking for permission.
Favorite #2 — Look 28/52
A similar silhouette but with a deeper edge. The coat's structure felt heavier, almost protective, while the model’s frizzy, ghost-blonde hair gave the look a dystopian, post-everything aura. The racing red colored purse looked like it could cut glass. Still wearable — but with a twist of danger in its details.
Favorite #3 — Look 34/52
A deep brown leather poncho layered over short blonde hair and anchored by a scarf-like belt around the neck. Toy-like femininity meets armor. It didn’t whisper femininity — it exclaimed it. Grown-up, strange, and stunning. This was Prada playing with its power—and it’s lovable.
Runner-Up — Look 37/52
A wrinkled baby-blue shirt with a boxy grey skirt, finished with rectangular silver sunglasses. Y2K-coded, a little 2000s-electronic, even clinical. It spoke in soft tones but had an identity — just not quite enough conviction to be considered an answer to the show’s larger questions.
Where Prada faltered was in the very details it usually masters. Look 41 — skimpy cropped top, boxy skirt, tiny accessories. Not bold. Not balanced. It lacked a center point. There's no shape, no purpose, and no direction. A look left searching for itself.
Let's discuss the music.
Started strong, yes. Then unraveled. The shifts in tempo didn’t carry meaning — they distracted from it.
Editor’s Note: Music doesn’t just support a show — it frames it. It directs emotion while syncing psychology. Prada missed the opportunity to use sound as an extension of the narrative. You could feel the disconnect.
And then, the florals. Sporadic. Traditional. Out of time. A backward glance in a show asking forward-facing questions.
Look 49 offered a clean palate reset. A white button-up top paired with a high-waisted brown leather skirt — subtle, commercial, poised. Less of a statement, more of a product. A look that will drive those intrigued by Prada’s authority to rather buy it instead of questioning what they really want to achieve with it.
Prada knows how to use silence. It knows how to make minimalism speak. But this season, its voice felt too muted — almost hesitant.
Femininity doesn’t need protection. It needs translation. It should be dressed like an idea — not just styled like a mood.
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