December arrives, the light fades early, and suddenly everyone feels compelled to cover themselves in silver and gold. Here's our selection for Christmas and New Years, the collection that understands the season perfectly: understated sparkle, elegant fatigue, resigned glamour. It is, perhaps, the most honest way to celebrate. Happy 2026!

Miuccia Prada’s strength lies in her refusal to play the now-tired game of fashion-is-art. Trained in art, she understands its mechanisms too well to mistake clothing for an artwork. She does not aspire to “wearable art”; a concept we are utterly tired by – but to something far more subversive: elegance that does not announce itself as such.

Her work addresses those who love art yet do not wish to perform it on themselves. What emerges instead is clothing that is intelligent and impeccably made. The balance of elegance and humor in her work is perfectly measured – never excessive, never lacking, never tipping into parody, never collapsing into emptiness. And almost without fail, it’s flawless.

Japanese garments are the cornerstone of our selection. We see them as a spiral – moving from well-crafted simplicity toward increasing obscurity as we approach the center. The journey runs from ladylike elegance of Accessories Pour Mademoiselle (and other French named labels – a reflection of Japan’s enduring fascination with all things French), to the raw deconstruction of Mihara Yasuhiro.

Kawa Kawa has no myth of origin, no heroic narrative to be consumed alongside the product. There is, in fact, no particularly interesting history at all. What remains is an almost obsessive commitment to craftsmanship and a single, stubborn gesture: the exaggeration of scale. Buttons are too large, zippers are too large, closures are too large.

At times, the brand retreats into near-total simplicity. And yet even here, the experiment reappears, smuggled in through small distortions. Kawa Kawa is one of the very few minimalist brands we can genuinely appreciate, precisely because its minimalism is never pure. Look closely enough and the surface austerity cracks.