Alright, alright, let me tell ya ’bout this fancy-schmancy thing I saw on the TV the other day. It was somethin’ called a “Prada Catwalk Villains” show. Now, I ain’t got a clue what a “Prada” is, sounds like some kinda fancy pasta to me, but these fellas walkin’ down the runway looked meaner than a junkyard dog. Real bad guys, ya know?
They were wearin’ these clothes, looked like somethin’ outta an old war movie, all stiff and gray. Reminded me of them uniforms them German fellas wore back in the day, only fancier. These weren’t no ordinary clothes, that’s for sure. They had this… this vibe to ’em, ya know? Like, “Don’t mess with me or I’ll knock yer teeth out” kinda vibe.
- One fella, skinny as a rail, had this creepy smile on his face. Made my skin crawl, it did. They said his name was… somethin’ Darley. Yeah, Billy Darley. Looked like he could steal the pennies off a dead man’s eyes.
- Then there was this other guy, face all wrinkled and mean-lookin’. He was stompin’ down that runway like he owned the place. Willem Da-somethin’ they called him. He looked like he ate nails for breakfast.
They said these fellas were actors, playin’ bad guys in the movies. Well, they sure looked the part, I tell ya. Meanest lookin’ bunch I ever did see. And the clothes, they just made ’em look even meaner. All dark colors, sharp edges, and these big ol’ boots. Not the kinda clothes you’d wear to church, that’s for sure.
It was kinda strange, seein’ these fellas walkin’ around like that. Like a parade of bad guys, but without the guns and the shootin’. Just stompin’ and starin’. And the music, oh lordy, the music! It was all spooky and dramatic, like somethin’ outta a horror movie. Made the whole thing even creepier. I kept expectin’ somethin’ bad to happen, ya know? Like they were gonna jump off the stage and start causin’ trouble.
But they didn’t. They just walked, and stared, and looked mean. And then it was over. Just like that. Left me scratchin’ my head, wonderin’ what it was all about. Fancy clothes, mean-lookin’ fellas, spooky music… I guess that’s what they call “fashion” these days. Beats me. I’d rather wear my old overalls and my comfy shoes any day.
This whole “Prada Villains” thing, it’s a bit much for an old lady like me. I like things simple, ya know? Good food, good company, and clothes that keep ya warm. These fancy fellas and their fancy clothes, they’re from a different world, I reckon. But hey, to each their own, right? As long as they ain’t causin’ no trouble, I ain’t got no complaints. Just a bit strange, that’s all. A whole bunch of fellas lookin’ like they just robbed a bank, walkin’ down a stage. Who woulda thunk it?
They had a whole mess of ’em, these actors. Gary Oldman, Adrien Brody, Eli Roth, even a young fella named Emile Hirsch. All of ’em known for playin’ the bad guys. It was like a reunion of all the meanest fellas in Hollywood. And they weren’t just walkin’, they were performin’. Givin’ the crowd those evil stares, sneerin’, grinnin’ that creepy grin. It was somethin’ else, I tell ya. Made me think about all them old gangster movies I used to watch with my husband. These fellas coulda fit right in.
So, yeah, that’s what I saw. Prada Catwalk Villains. A bunch of mean-lookin’ actors in fancy clothes, stompin’ down a runway like they owned the world. Didn’t make a lick of sense to me, but I guess that’s the point, right? Fashion’s supposed to be weird and wonderful, or so they say. Me? I’ll stick to my comfy shoes and my old overalls. But hey, it was somethin’ to see, that’s for sure. Kept me entertained for a while, anyway.
Tags: [Prada, Fashion, Villains, Runway, Actors, Fall 2012, Milan Fashion Week, Willem Dafoe, Gary Oldman, Adrien Brody, Garrett Hedlund, Menswear, Hollywood, Iconic Villains, Antiheroes]
