At 1.00 am this morning, while half of Singapore was fast asleep, there was me, logged onto twitter, receiving updates from people across the globe who had sacrificed their Sunday afternoon/evening for this one Prada show. Right smacked in the middle of the Prada website was that same familiar black box flashing live video updates of the Prada show that was simultaneously happening just as I existed on this world. The only difference between this time and the last Prada show that the livestream was actually working, without the disturbances of pauses that never played (that is without clicking the refresh button). In fact, by the help of some miraculous holy beings, the days of being kicked out from your front row seat (in front of your computer) at an Alexander McQueen SS10 show or a Louis Vuitton SS10 show are gone. Here comes technology.......errr....and good old fashion. This time the only thing that could possibly distract you (if your attention span is as short as mine) from that black box at the Prada website is the background of what seems to be a cage surrounded by lighted green fluorescent tubes that looked freakishly eerie for a Spring show. That was the set and the last I logged into the Prada website (which was a minute ago), it was the same background but with white fluorescent tubes instead of the green. Did Miuccia Prada had a sudden change in mind that a green lighting would only make her clothes look slimy and gooey, rather than clean, smart and very very desirable? Yes, this collection was it and it was a revelation. A FUCKING REVELATION.

The set on its own, seemed pretty normal as compared to last season's background of a mind-map of the decade's biggest happenings. But it was still enough for Showstudio (whoever is behind it, Nick Knight?) to make this tweet, "Wonder if Miuccia intended for it to look like the models were wandering through a multistorey carpark?" and Tim Blanks (oh hail the king of style.com's videos) to write ".....could have been an underground car park, or the foundations of a skyscraper, or the bowels of the Battlestar Galactica." I say it was Jesus walking on water, except in this case Jesus were 40 of the same model clones walking on a steel and iron catwalk, wearing the most-amazing mish-mash-of-soles creepers.

I hate to make sense of the concept and the intellectual thoughts that went into a collection, especially of such a beautiful one like this. It's simple to accept that this collection was beautiful because it needed to be beautiful for commercial reasons, but it cannot be said so if it was by one of fashion's great intellectuals. There had to be a message behind any or even every collection, even if it was Resort and Pre-fall or even the bags and the paper-bags.

As the light tubes on the floor flickered and lit up, the collection was well on its way. The show opened with the sharpest of suits, that came in buttons of three and three-pieced. The half-a-dozen or so two-pieced that next came down the runway centered around the colour of blue, or navy to be exact. Uniform, seemed to be the theme for this collection, and well so it was, that the models looked like carbon copies of one another. The only difference between the previous look and the next look was the different hues of navy used. Also, if you noticed well and hard, the silhouettes shifted from tight and snugged suiting to loose-fitting, oversized, baggy t-shirt shapes, sweaters and shorts. And that reminded me of what the uniforms that we wear to school here. Those of the lower grades wore shorts and shirts (due to the terrible heat over here) and those from higher grades wore long pants and the same white shirt.

Uniforms are of a code. Conformity or non-conformity, playing with proportions and breaking the rules, navy blue or denim blue? That was the question you would have to think about. Amidst all of the uniformity, there was that breaking away from the norm. Or you could interpret it as the other way round: amidst all of the different looks, there was that common thread that lines everything together.

The second part of the show still carried the theme of being 'uniform', but the garments were injected with shots of colours, adding a whole new dimension to the meaning of uniformity. It also seemed to suggested a different uniform of sorts, no longer a schoolboy but as quoted from my tweet (ok that sounded weird), "I'm somehow sensing a world cup vibe." After all, it's Italy we're talking about here. Anyway back to the collection, the only variation to the clothes were the colours. Rainbow collared sweaters and loosely cut shirts were to look the same if one were colour-blind. The shapes were limited, but the choice of colours and stripes could go on and on. Basically endless. If there was anything that suggested individuality, it would be the fabric bags that the models were carrying, each embossing a different letter in a varsity college-football-sports lettering (adding on to the sports/world-cup vibe.) Individuality or conformity, that's the question you would have to think about.

I loved the play of proportions, even the awkward ones (because that's how I am). The shoes were also killers; the soles were a mix of soles of wing-tips, espadrilles, trainers, something only the sickest of designers could think about. They were the equivalents of the Armadillos in menswear.

Whatever the concept was, this was one fine collection, even though many were fast to disagree on twitter immediately after the show ended. And did you see the bow that Miuccia Prada did at the end, it was enough to convert any haters (or make them like it a little more.)