While no one doubts Miuccia Prada's enormous talent, at times, her creativity is akin to Lewis Carroll's: the fantasy delights, but the reality astounds (WHAT were they thinking?!). Despite some editors' love of Prada's fairy bag, I find that and her clownish shoes to be completely impractical, bizarre, and outrageously dated (you might as well stick an expiration date on each shoe). The velvet peep-toe boot combines three tacky and clashing shades and cannot be worn in summer (unless you don't mind applying deodorant to your legs) or winter (unless you don't mind wearing bulky socks over your naked little toes to further complicate your footwear choice). The purple sandal is slightly better if you choose to ignore a) the plastic toy-like heel that looks better suited for a child's playroom than a cosmopolitian street and b) the heavy winter velvet fabric on a spring shoe. Although I found my heart fluttering with Prada's floral resort line, I find my heart going stone cold with her spring line, which gives credence to T.S. Eliot's claim that "April is the cruellest month."