Strip this collection down from the theoretical posturings (mine, as much as hers) and what you are left with is a series of wonderful, desirable, and eminently wearable coats in a season that so far hasn’t been short on pieces to take cover under. In a way, it’s as if the coat is now as much of an accessory as a bag or boot or whatever else has been fetishized on the runways these past few years. Prada’s were certainly statement-making, the kind of thing that, when added to a wardrobe, is going to recalibrate everything else that is in there. But just as importantly, and what came through clear and loud with this collection, was that it celebrated the personal, the individual, the empowering feeling to be had from wearing something that possesses intelligence and wit and, let’s not forget, beauty. Prada might as well have added her show was about “raw emotion,” too, because that’s what it elicited, a visceral charge that’s all too rare in fashion these days.