This has got to be the most stunning picture involving Prada handbags that I have ever seen. As such, this post is not so much a review as an … homage, I guess you could say, to the artistic quality inherent in quite a few of these designer bags — and really, of the Prada line as a whole.

I have recently become obsessed with fashion, to the point of spending hours day dreaming that a., I actually have any artistic whatsoever, and b., could actually use that talent to become a fashion designer.  It’s never going to happen — but, being a writer by nature and profession, at least I can weave elaborate, fashion driven odes and make pretend, in much the same way I used to do with my Barbie dolls!  It is safe to say, however, my dolls never had fashion sense like this.

It’s the incredible versatility of so many Prada purses that really gets me.  The ease with which they can go from accessory to work of art.  They are little miniature masterpieces, each one somehow special and different, even when it’s similar to another style.  That’s what really grabs me.  Even when they are simple, they are intriguing, and even when they are ornate and studded with different adornments, more often than not they do not fight for the eye, they all harmonize together.

And that, ladies, gentlemen, and fashionistas, is why Prada endures, and why even the ugliest purses they have still endure.