Ms Button was caught up in the gales last night.
Central London turned itself into a windy vortex where sudden umbrella death was inevitable. Whilst trying to jog along Bond Street towards the inviting warmth of Green Park tube without losing a beret, she saw something from the corner of her eye.
A window display.
This was heart-stopping, pulse racing lust. It was Prada, only harder.
The pieces were wearable and practical. Statements that will inspire and spawn a myriad of high street imitations. Whilst the union of fashion and pop art colours isn’t new, this is unexpectedly avant garde. There’s a sportswear twist underlying some of the pieces, suggesting that Miuccia Prada has given us express permission to sweat.
Collections come and go- but there in that moment, with the relentless rain beating down, a big Prada moment was reborn.