In a city long defined by dynastic continuity, Miuccia Prada opened Milan Fashion Week with a quiet but absolute declaration: sixty-three looks, every one built around a skirt, and nothing else. The gesture was personal before it was commercial — a designer's lifelong uniform offered outward as a philosophy of dressing, rooted in the belief that we are never just one idea. It arrived at a moment when Milan's storied houses are passing their torches, and the question of who gets to define elegance is, once again, open.