Raf Simons Announced as Co-Creative Director of Prada

Miuccia Prada & Raf Simons

After months of speculation — including the rumor that he would be joining Miu Miu — Raf Simons has officially been announced as Co-Creative Director of Prada, beginning on April 2. The move sees the Belgian designer work alongside Miuccia Prada, with “equal responsibilities for creative input and decision-making” between the pair.

In joining the Italian label, Simons becomes the first person outside of the Prada family to lead the house. It also continues his relationship with the company, where he worked as Creative Director of the then Prada-owned Jil Sander from 2005 until 2012.

The first Prada collection from Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons will be for Spring/Summer 2021, and will be unveiled in September this year.

Source: Hypebeast

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Miley Cyrus and her WILD Designer MTV VMA Outfits 2015

I don't know about you, but I love when an awards show host changes outfits many times. Miley Cyrus may take the prize for the most costumes changes ever, at the MTV VMAS! Regardless, she did not disappoint. And though most of her outfits, well, actually all of her outfits, are totally unwearable in public, you have to admit that they were as entertaining as they were crazy! She really had fun with them and it showed. For my label-loving readers, as you know, Miley Cyrus embraces designer fashion so many of her pieces were custom made by Versace, Prada and The Blonds. I loved the tinsel coat by Prada, but my favorite look (believe it or not) was the rainbow dress by Agatha Ruiz de la Prada - so much fun. Only Miley Cyrus could pull off that look (and ALL looks of the night!) 

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PRADA 2015 AD CAMPAIGN

The Prada Resort 2015 advertising campaign, shot by Steven Meisel is as creepy as the clothing is beautiful. Is that necessary, though? The whole thing is in slow motion and the models' hair is beyond disheveled. They look like they are leaving a Mean Girls funeral. Don't try so hard Miuccia, you don't have to.

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Party at Jeffrey!!

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Last night, Jeffrey Atlanta at Phipps Plaza hosted their annual Jeffrey Fashion Cares VIP Patron Party. They went all out with a "pink" carpet and a red carpet, cocktails, catering, "informal" modeling in formal attire and, this was a fabulous treat, live fashion illustrations.

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As always, Jeffrey is at the top of the most spectacular displays in Atlanta! The Patron Party serves as a celebration of so many supporters and truly gets everyone excited to kick off the social season in the city. Visit JeffreyFashionCares.com for event info & deets! Save the date for August 25th!!!

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My Designer God

My Designer God

by Pilliard Dickle

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Illustration by Pilliard Dickle

I had a religious epiphany in a Piccadilly Cafeteria the other day. Sort of.

I had just sat down and unfurled my silverware when I spotted a family in the booth across the 

aisle with their heads slightly lowered. They were either looking at the buttons on their shirts or 

saying a prayer. When I heard the word “thankful” waft through the din of people chattering and 

the tinkling of silverware, I knew it was a blessing.

Sitting there with fork in one hand, knife in the other, ready to dig in like Homer Simpson at the 

Frying Dutchman, I suddenly felt like an ungrateful glutton. It seemed like the only polite thing 

to do, to say “Hey, thanks, dude” before you start shoveling it in.

I, too, wanted to say thanks. But, religionless heathen that I am, I didn’t have a dude to say 

thanks to. 

How nice it must be to walk around believing you’ve got an invisible friend you can dial up 

any time and say “Thumbs up on the chow.” Or, “Listen, man, things aren’t going too well, li’l 

help?” Or, better yet, “Can you help out a friend?”

Lucky bastards. 

If I tried to say a blessing, the best I could do would be: “Oh heavenly Father, whom you know 

full well I don’t believe exists (and if you do, I have a few beefs), thank you for this lovely 

meal...although, I must say, in all honesty, the meatloaf is a tad on the dry side.”

That’s not a prayer I’d want to be overheard mumbling in the old family feedbag.

I’ve always felt a tinge of envy over those who are able to live such a blissful existence, 

walking around believing they have an unseen benefactor who is going to make sure everything 

is going to be ok. But there’s no way in hell I can by into that.

And many of them don’t buy into it. They’re just phoning it in. They go to church on Sunday 

and stand there with their hymnals, half-heartedly singing “Bringing in the Sheaves,” not 

really knowing or caring what the heck a “sheave” is (or maybe even thinking they’re saying 

“Bringing in the Sheets,” which makes about as much sense).

I always said if I were going to be a religious type, I’d be a juicy one. A Holy Roller. Or else I 

wouldn’t bother. None of this half-ass upper middle class white people crap. You’d find me in 

the black church down the road, in the choir, clapping my hands and swaying back and forth 

(slightly out of synch, I’m sure), my pasty white face shining like a lightning bug on a moonless 

June night.

“The only church I’d join is The Church of Sexual 

Depravity, and even then primarily for tax purposes.”

It seems like the whiter the church is, the more layers of bureaucracy there are between you and 

the big guy. But I’m not interested in a labyrinth of intellectual dogma, I want a direct connection with the fellow.

Now I’m not joining any black church. Or a white one, either. The only church I’d join is The 

Church of Sexual Depravity, and even then primarily for tax purposes.

But I want my invisible friend, dammit! I want a man in the sky who is always there, watching 

over me from above, night and day. Every move I make, He’ll be watching me.

Wait a minute. That’s not sounding so appealing all of a sudden. When you go out skanking and 

boozing...there He is, logging it in your celestial dossier. Take a second look at that teenage girl 

who works at the mall...duly noted.

But wait. Maybe my invisible friend wouldn’t have to be a 24/7 hall monitor. Maybe I could 

activate or deactivate Him at will. Maybe my designer God could have an on/off button.

Or maybe He simply wouldn’t give a damn if I smoked a joint every now and then or spent a 

wanton weekend with that married woman across the street. (Calm down, I’m speaking metaphorically.)

Of course, all these concepts are based on the classical Western myths I grew up with. The 

jotting stuff down in a journal thing. (Or is it more of a tote board? I’m not exactly up on my 

Biblical knowledge.) But that’s only the yin. There’s that other hemisphere. The East has a 

whole different take on the global fairy tale.

Trouble is, my knowledge of the great thinkers of Eastern metaphysical thought is quite a bit 

less than my familiarity with St. Peter and that crowd—which is pretty sketchy in itself, seeing 

as how I never did any of the assignments my Sunday School teacher sent us home with, nor 

did any of my other little heathen friends. (We all figured five days of homework a week was 

enough.)

I do know Lu Tsu said some pretty cool stuff. And who was the guy with the really long name? 

Yogi something? What was that thing he said about reality?

Oh, wait, there is one swami I can quote ver betim. George Harrison. First album, track four, 

line twelve. “Chant in the name of the Lord and you’ll be free.” (I figure all those wise guys are 

saying basically the same thing over and over. The pop music Cliff Notes version will do just 

fine.)

Yeah. That’s what I’m looking for. An altered state of consciousness. Acid without the acid. But 

I’m not about to go chanting some longass name some guy over in India made up 3000 years 

ago.

“Can you convince yourself you’ve got an all-powerful 

friend in the sky, even if your friend is a product of your 

own invention?”

Hmmm...I wonder if you can just make up your own name for the Lord? Would it still work if 

his name were, say, Steve? Or Earl D. Porker?

Just how much can you finagle with the concept of designing your own God? Can you order up 

special features? A sense of humor? Anti-lock brakes? Can He be a She? Can She have a nice 

ass? Can She wear Prada?

Look at it this way: If every religion is different, and each one is undoubtedly wrong—or at best 

a paltry misrepresentation of what is—then you might as well just make stuff up.

Here’s what it all boils down to: Can you convince yourself you’ve got an all-powerful friend 

in the sky, even if your friend is a product of your own invention? Can you truly convince your 

brain to believe it, like that family in that booth across the aisle...who, by the way, is now guiltlessly digging in like Norm Peterson at the Hungry Heifer (despite the fact that the meatloaf is a 

tad on the dry side)?

Well, there’s one way to find out. Stay tuned as I try to get religion by Frankensteining together

my own designer God. 

Or Goddess.

My own little Gossip Girl!

My producer calls her a "special correspondent" and I call her a "roving socialite." But really,

Emily Chandler Westergreen

is my own little "Gossip Girl." I can't reveal her sources, but lets just say Emily has the celebrity hook up at

NYFW

, which

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at

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love. Kim Kardashian, Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton... okay okay, some of these are trainwrecks... but there's also Sarah Jessica Parker, Liv Tyler, Rachel Zoe and Kelly Osbourne... Emily has met and chatted with all of them either on the runway, inside the tents or at the

Empire Hotel

. And always comes away with with fun, little stories to share.

How did Emily and I meet?

At a fashion event, of course! We both attended last year's

Jeffrey Fashion Cares

. At the after party, I was walking over to say hello to designer Joseph Altuzarra and Emily was coming towards me with a big smile. She said hello, but what made me fall in love with her was when she told me that fashionado was her favorite blog! XOXOX

Last season, we rendezvoused at Lincoln Center and had a very fabulous NYFW experience. Emily was my guest for Style Mag VM's BlogTalkRadio fashion week "wrap-up" and will be joining me again in February. This time we are producing a Special Edition DVD and have launched the project on Indiegogo. *WE need

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