Remember when Miuccia sent those impossible-to-find powder blue separates down the runway and every editor quietly lost their mind? These are giving exactly that energy.

Cut with that signature Prada precision that somehow makes even your most questionable footwear choices look intentional. The subtle vertical striping is doing that thing where it's simultaneously timeless and wildly of-the-moment—like accidentally running into Raf at Dover Street and pretending you shop there all the time.

No triangle logo plastered across your backside here—just that whisper-quiet luxury that separates the fashion tourists from the residents. The color itself deserves its own dissertation—not quite baby blue, not quite gray, but that perfect Prada periwinkle that somehow works with absolutely everything without giving off cubicle energy.

The mid-rise waist hits that sweet spot where it actually acknowledges the existence of internal organs while still creating a clean line that works with both oversized knits and those microscopic tops Gen Z keeps insisting are shirts. Secretly constructed with the kind of interior architecture that makes lesser trousers look like they were assembled during a power outage.