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Prada

Prada is the first book that documents three decades of ground-breaking fashion, architecture, film and art by the Prada company, including the work of the design studio and the workshop; extensive creative partnerships with photographers, designers, architects and film directors; and large scale architectural commissions, the Fondazione Prada, and the development of a new museum.

Among the many features of this rich innovative book with its thousands of images are a photo-essay by renowned photographer Brigitte Lacombe, stills taken from short films documenting the craftsmanship of the factory, images of the unique fashion show environments, an overview of all Miuccia Prada's collections with thumbnail pictures of 3,885 different ?looks,” collages of the most influential shoe and bags, photographs of the final product on the runway, celebrated store designs in New York and Los Angeles by Rem Koolhaas/OMAand in Tokyo by Swiss architects Herzog & de Meuron, a film collaboration with director Ridley Scott, Koolhaas’s radical ?Prada Transformer” pavilion in Seoul, costume designs for a Japanese manga heroine, Prada found on the street and celebrities photographed on the red carpet, and blogs expressing the almost fanatical devotion of lovers of the brand.

Prada both chronicles and epitomizes the achievements of one of the world's most influential and enlightened fashion and design companies.

When did Halloween become the new Christmas? When I was kid, we dressed up one time – on Halloween night, and went trick or treating in our neighborhood. Now it seems like the entire month of October is dedicated to a frenzy of activities. There are fall festivals, corn mazes, and haunted houses. Trick or treat at the mall, the book store, or even the grocery store. You can even “trunk or treat” – which involves going to a church parking lot where people are handing out candy from their trunk. No need for careful maneuvering up and down porch steps in your costume, no working up a sweat as you run the distance between each house, no suspense as to whether or not a dimly lit house is really passing out candy. Just walk from trunk to trunk and the candy is yours for the taking.

And it doesn’t stop with just kids. This season, I was invited to three adult-only Halloween parties and also had the opportunity to dress up for a costume contest (and perform a skit) at work. It’s enough to make a person wonder if we’ve forgotten the real meaning behind Halloween.

When I found out my better half would be out of town for most of October (including the “big” night), I decided a strict, strategic plan was in order for my two boys. We would keep things simple. A few decorations. A quick trip to the pumpkin patch. And finally, trick or treating in our neighborhood Halloween night. Costumes assembled for the boys only. No participation in the work contest. And, I would decline the adult-only party invitations.
I would remember the reason for the season.

In my effort to keep things low-key, I decided to schedule the boys’ flu shots for the afternoon of the 31st. Who makes their kids get flu shots on Halloween? My thoughts exactly. I figured we’d waltz in, get the shots, and waltz right out. The kids would be so focused on the excitement of the day; they would barely notice the injection. I was confident in my plans. But you know what they say, “We plan. God laughs.”

The month passed quickly and before I knew it, Halloween day arrived. The kids were excited. They knew the plans because I’d been chanting them for days. Pick you up early, flu shots, trick or treating, dinner. But when I picked them up, my younger child asked, “So … we’re going to the doctor to check my ears, right?”

Fighting the tidal wave of panic, I chirped, “Oh, we’re going to get you a little … thing, to make sure you don’t get sick.”

Aaron cut to the chase. “It’s a shot, Troy. We’re both getting shots today. On Halloween.”

I forced that peppy voice parents foolishly think works. “Yeah, but we’ll be in and out. You won’t even notice you were there.”

Aaron was not placated. “Who gets a flu shot on Halloween?”

Apparently, a whole lot of people. The waiting area was standing room only. Parents stood with arms folded across their chests muttering, “We didn’t think anybody would be here.”

I ended up sitting next to a mom dressed in a sheep costume. She had taken a pair of white yoga pants and a white long-sleeved shirt and hot glued white puff balls around the cuffs. There were layers and layers of these puff balls in varying sizes. She looked hot -- and I don’t mean in a good way.

A little girl, about nine, who was seated in the middle of the floor near my own children turned and began to stare at the costumed lady. The woman turned to me and huffily said, “I didn’t think we’d see anyone here. I mean, who gets shots on Halloween? I wore this costume to work today. My boss was Little Boy Peep and we were the sheep.” I gave a polite nod.

The little girl said, “You’re a sheep? You don’t look like a sheep. You look like a bunny.”

At this point, all eyes turned to Sheep Lady – enjoying this interesting turn of events. The Sheep Lady sat up straighter and sniffed, “Well, I am a sheep. See? I even have a bell around my neck and look at my ears – they’re pointy.”

The girl was clearly someone who knows from sheep and bunny rabbits and she sure as heck knows from Halloween costumes. She was honestly perplexed and concerned that a person, a grown up no less, could get something so wrong. And she was completely comfortable speaking her mind without the paranoid turnaround that older girls and women suffer from (where they feel compelled to add, “Just kidding,” or “No offense” to the end of everything they say).

This girl held her gaze and finally said, “Yeah, maybe. But you don’t look like a sheep. I didn’t know you were even wearing a costume until you said something,” she paused and in perfect Tim Gunn form, said, “So you just … glued … that stuff to some regular clothes?”

Why the woman continued talking is beyond me. “Well, yes. I mean, no. I didn’t actually glue them. Someone at work did. We all wanted them to look alike so-”

The girl broke in, “And those ears. Did they make the ears, too? They don’t look right. You just … don’t … look like a sheep.”

As the situation went from in

Devil Wears Prada //

Instead of your usual influence of sex, drugs, and rock’n’ roll, Devil Wears Prada tells fans“I want you all to know that Jesus Christ loves each and every one of you. Let’s have a good time dudes!” The cirle pit A Day To Remember had asked for really occurred when Devil Wears Prada took fans by the balls while performing songs off there album “ Plagues”. Boys were bloodied and bruised and girl’s t-shirts hung from the ceiling leaving them topless. By the end of the night, not even the set list made it through in one piece.