Perhaps every single fashion blogger has blogged about the Prada turban. And perhaps every single magazine has shot editorial around the Prada turban. And perhaps mentioning the Prada turban, at this stage in the game, is so, so...last season. (Well, technically, the hat just hit stores a month ago, but fashion! Have you noticed it moves so fast these days?)
For the record, I love the Prada turban; it’s inherently funny and stylish—my favorite combination—kind of like that one time Amy Poehler went to New York fashion week looking gorgeous and amused.
I knew back in October, when I saw Prada’s spring collection, that I had my diary story for the next issue of Chicago Fashion. I would write about the plight of Argentine farmers. Either that, I thought, or hats. I went with the hats.
To be honest I’m not a hat person. That’s what made it so fun. When I was wearing the hats, I felt like, “I should have more parties, and paint my wall red, and maybe call that guy who seemed like so much trouble but was appealingly eccentric.” I didn't wind up doing any of those things. But, as can be expected, I got myself into some situations. You can read the story here.