Then let’s talk Prada’s 2025 lineup (https://bagcodex.com/prada/)—where every bag isn’t just an accessory, but a love affair waiting to happen.

1. Re-Edition 2025: Your New Weekend Whisperer
Picture this: You’re racing through cobblestone streets, your bag swinging like a pendulum between ’90s grunge and 2050 chic. The Re-Edition’s vegan leather feels like butter that’s learned yoga, and that green—oh, that "Digital Moss"!—is the color of a forest dreaming in binary. Who knew eco-friendly could look so expensive?

2. Cleo Saffiano: The Sculpture You Can Hug
Raise your hand if you’ve ever wanted to wear a museum piece. The Cleo isn’t just structured; it’s architected. That clasp? A tiny universe of moons and starbursts. And honey, Saffiano leather doesn’t scratch—it scoffs at subway poles. In "Midnight Eclipse," you’ll look like you invented darkness.

3. Symbole Tote: Walk Around With Prada’s Diary
Ever wished your bag could speak? The Symbole’s cryptic symbols are basically Prada’s text messages from 1997. That fiery falcon? It’s either a metaphor for ambition or just really into astrology. Either way, sling this over your shoulder and suddenly, you’re the main character.

4. Luna Bucket: For When You Want the Moon
Who needs a prince when you can have a bag shaped like his ride? The Luna Bucket cradles your life in liquid silver, its drawstring pulling tight like a secret. Line it with silk so soft, you’ll want to dive in. Pro tip: Wear it with boots and a bad attitude.

5. Vortex Clutch: The Black Hole of the Party
Here’s the truth—some clutches hold lipstick. This one? It holds power. Crushed velvet spins into a cosmic whirlpool, studded with crystals that wink like they’re in on a joke. The moment you snap it shut? Chef’s kiss.

Final Thoughts: So… Which One’s Your Soulmate?
Will it be the Re-Edition, whispering promises of eco-glamour? Or the Vortex, sucking you into its velvet orbit? Darling, the real question is: Can your wardrobe handle this much drama? (Spoiler: It can. And it should.)

P.S. If you’re not daydreaming about that lunar bucket yet—are you even listening?