Prada WTF seriously.
  • Originally appeared in Urban Air Market: urbanairmarket.com/blog
  • Written by Holden Pumphrey 
  • Monday, 16 January 2012 12:22

Thanks to my bridgeroom and of all places, Gizmodo (!) I’ve found what are quite possibly the silliest women’s shoes ever designed. Oh Prada. Oh Miuccia Prada.


A woman whose ready-to-wear aesthetic I generally like, and might love if I thought it wasn’t ridiculous to own such things. 
I appreciate a woman at the helm of a company that once swore it was not a woman’s place to work in industry. And I’m not a total fun-less girl. But let’s just look at these.

Here is one, below.
Yes, friends. The Prada 2012 Spring Shoe Collection is modeled after “classic cars”.
Seriously.
And this is hardly the worst offender. This particular red shoe, is rather meek, if atrociously designed, compared to its sisters. 
My first question was: Do the tail lights light-up?! I might have given extra points for that.
It’s a darling concept. So Italimericana! And what do Italian and American women love?SHOES! What do Italian and American men love? CARS! Will these shoes cause an uptick in heterosexual couplings? Or is this just another sad and pathetic way for a girl to appeal to a man. 
I think football slippers stacked wedges should be next.
Let me be clear when I say the concept is cute. It just is incredibly poor design. How many thingamajogs can be found on one of these babies? From a company that was once known for its clean line and aesthetic?
Calvin Klein, help us!
But so, so poorly executed are the shoes that they, failure of failures, look cheap. Here are a few others, below.
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Perhaps Prada is returning to its 1980s proclaimed roots of reverse-snobbery, but one could hardly call these the anti-status shoes that the once exceedingly popular, verging on democratic nylon backpack once was. (No, really, people ate that up then.)

In the late 90s, Prada’s continued success was attributed to its “working-class” theme which, Ginia Bellafante at the New York Times Magazine proclaimed, “was becoming chic in the high-tech, IPO-driven early 1990s.” I see that is a theme they’ve dumped in the trash, here. Or, maybe the shoes are for mechanic’s wives.

Much like, okay exactly like Louis Vuitton, Prada began way back in Italy by Mario and brother Martino Prada. LV and Prada made luggage for the wealthy. LV and Prada (and near every other luxury brand you can think of) is now owned by enormous big-business conglomerate Louis Vuitton Moët Hennesey, after being sold from the equally large Gucci Group.

Today, Prada is attempting to learn from Dr. Evil Bernard Arnault, and has begun its own conglomerate, The Prada Group. As of press time, Prada owns Miu Miu (Prada’s second-line), Church’s shoes, and — HOW RICH IS THIS? — The Original Car Shoe.*

All groups (LVMH, Gucci Group and Prada Group) make everything on an assembly line (aside from a miniscule amount of special ordered luggage).

I’m sorry to tell college girls that might be reading this, but your “very special” Prada/Gucci/LV bag has many, if not most parts, made and assembled in China, not Italy.

Yet there’s hope. Spring 2012 is really “over” as a season. Do a little dumpster diving around, say, Pacific Heights in San Francisco and you’re bound to come up with one of these hot rods.

You could also wait for the soon-to-be-here knockoffs. Or you could buy yourself an old classic car for a similar price to these shoes and most likely have cash left over to fix’er up. Vroom Vroom.

* One of my sources, a luxury-brand “insider” to a company I cannot divulge, says The Prada Group may have gone PLOP! on its own and defected to one of the two biggies, Gucci Group or LVMH but we can’t confirm that at this time. They tend to act a bit like Ouroboros, no? Even if Prada is not, in fact, in the lair of Dr. Evil Bernart Arnault, we can confirm that Prada is quite far form anything we’d consider “independent” design and at some point it becomes like sniffing apples and apples made out of 24K.

Keep your noggin’ fresh whilst listening to these writers (better than doing housework without them)

Famous bookshop in my town, City Lights has a podcast series. And below there are not one, but two new shows for your enjoyment. The first is Nelson George reading from The Plot Against Hip Hop (which is my first choice) and the other is Stephen Elliot reading some of the late Charles Bukowski’s work.

Thanks City Lights!

Links are below. Enjoy everyone!


TONIGHT: 120 MINUTES

Yo yo yo yo. How long has it been since you’ve gone out and listened to something truly badass and not totally commercially hyped ala Kayne?

OK, OK, maybe you have done this recently. But how long has it been since you’ve seen the art of laser badboys Future Weapons? You could be deaf and this would still be worth the mere $5 entry. In San Francisco.

also in GOLD version!

It’s absolutely charming to hear some humility from the young Mick. 

his is a city of marvelous photographs.
sfhaps:

via taapotsonfire, avgoustos

This is a city of marvelous photographs.

sfhaps:

via taapotsonfire, avgoustos

from sfhaps
 want to buy this. I am so addicted to red, I really am.


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summ3rg0th:

Dasha Shishkin

I want to buy this. I am so addicted to red, I really am.

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summ3rg0th:

Dasha Shishkin

(Source: malwaredetective)

from audiopsychosis
ixed thoughts here. First I think, “Graphically, cool.” Then I think, “Body painting is creepy.” After that I realize this body is not painted. Then I wonder how difficult it was to get the nipple in the right place of the light projection. Then I think of the circus. Then I think of Germans and the German word for nipple (direct translation: breast wart). I don’t know if this is good. “I don’t even know what’s good anymore.”

Mixed thoughts here. First I think, “Graphically, cool.” Then I think, “Body painting is creepy.” After that I realize this body is not painted. Then I wonder how difficult it was to get the nipple in the right place of the light projection. Then I think of the circus. Then I think of Germans and the German word for nipple (direct translation: breast wart). I don’t know if this is good. “I don’t even know what’s good anymore.”

from specialnudes
My Top Ten for the Week:

Yet another (overdue) installation of music you might like.

1) Elvis Presley’s “Mystery Train”. I’ve been working my best on this for karaoke. I’ve been into old country-type rock’n’roll lately. Wonder if it has to do with my recent trip to the South. This song is on the soundtrack for the Jim Jarmusch film “Mystery Train”. It’s just awesome, and so are all the other versions on the soundtrack. First watch the film, then buy it.

2) The Association’s “Never My Love”. I could listen to this a hundred times and still think it’s one of the most romantic songs of all time.

3) Beirut’s “Postcards From Italy”. Here’s a live version, which is done nicely.

4) Coralie Clement’s “La Mer Opale”. Whisper-singing French girls are hot.

5) The Insect’s “Never Met A Girl Like You Before”. I very much like this cover.

6) Jose Gonzales’ “Hearbeats”. I just loved the television commercial associated with this song. Which I’m going to show you because, though it is commercial, it’s also beautiful art. Plus, filmed in San Francisco!

7) ? and the Mysterians (yes that’s the band name) with “96 Tears”. This guy’s outfit is AMAZING. More rockers need to go out like this. Enough of the Kurt Cobain reinventions. Glam, baby!

8) Bobby Darin’s version of “La Mer”. Not immensely different from Charles Trenet’s but I own just about every incarnation of this song. This is a funny live version.

9) Clifford Brown and (my favorite drummer) Max Roach’s “These Foolish Things”. Sadly, I couldn’t find it on YouTube. This is definitely an album you want to put in your collection, though. Go listen to samples on iTunes or whatever. These two are fantastic.

10) Frank Sinatra’s “Fly Me To The Moon”. If you don’t like this song you have no dreaminess about you. Also, fuck Michael Buble. Here’s a charming live version before the drinking caught up with Old Blue Eyes.

ENJOY!

Urban Air Market

It always happens this way. As soon as I get into blogging again, I get hired to blog again. Writing begets more writing. This is a good thing. 

Urban Air Market is the lucky forum. I’ve been involved in this project for years in many different capacities and I’m passionate about the event and the company’s mission. Essentially, the Market is a curated design/fashion/art show held in SF and LA twice a year. They feature sustainable and independent designers and artists, vetted by my dear friend Danielle Cohen thus always of the highest quality of skill, so they get a lot of love.

The site isn’t live yet, but you can check out their Facebook page here.

I’m already excited about who we’ll be featuring (a secret for now) when we go live in January.

There’s certainly no shortage of fantastic artists in the LA and Bay Area, but if you know of anyone who is particularly special, please please let me know.

lindstifa:

murryblue:

this sweater.
this sweater.
Gus I can’t get over this. I just can’t. I can’t stop laughing and I can’t decide if this is the best idea ever or if it’s just really really hilarious, or both.

This sweater was made for a variety of jazz hands.

eah, I’m pretty much WTF, NOOOO on this.

lindstifa:

murryblue:

this sweater.

this sweater.

Gus I can’t get over this. I just can’t. I can’t stop laughing and I can’t decide if this is the best idea ever or if it’s just really really hilarious, or both.

This sweater was made for a variety of jazz hands.

Yeah, I’m pretty much WTF, NOOOO on this.

from lindstifa