After the Prada show, a photographer—cheeky, exasperated, perhaps both—asked what, exactly, Miuccia Prada and Raf Simons had been up to this season. When the answer came—“interrogating femininity,” specifically, “what is feminine beauty today?”—he snorted: “Er, double Ds.” It was a joke, obviously, but not an inaccurate one. Idealized beauty remains the defining obsession of our age, only now it’s purchasable—nipped, tucked, lasered, and filtered into a kind of eerie digital perfection, a symmetry so precise it could only exist in the uncanny valley.