I remember those days when Prada held for me this fantasy and longing that motivated all my financial endeavors. Tina and I would walk into a Prada boutique to look at the new collection and like Scarlett O’Hara we vowed if we had to lie, cheat and steal, we would buy every single bag Prada ever made. * End of flashback * The current reality: there is absolutely nothing from the spring collection I would honestly pay even a small amount of money for. This mad cowboy fringe is not something I would get instead of a Bottega or Chanel. Now that’s just crazy talk. Did Miuccia and Michael Kors go on a City Slicker adventure together? WTF? It’s confusing. Is scary and hairy the new rage??