TV Project Runway—It’s Over, Bitches!
posted by October 18 at 23:13 PMon
Michael’s collection? Hated it. Talk about crash and burn.
Laura’s collection? It was wonderful—if she were designing costumes for a production of
Uli’s collection? Still beaches, but I loved it. And I loved her—particularly after hearing her story about growing up in East Germany. I spent some time in the drab ol’ DDR, and I will always have a soft spot for folks who endured that gray totalitarian nightmare. I was rooting for Uli at the end, cocktail in hand, I may have let my affection for her get the better of me.
Jeffrey’s collection? Rock and roll—but with money and class. Spoiler alert: Jeffrey deserved his win. It almost makes up for Chloe’s inexcusible first-place showing last season. He was such a dick, however, that I had a hard time getting past that and rooting for him. But since when do fashion designers—or advice columnists, for that matter—have to be nice to succeed? Congrats, Jeffrey, you big dickwad. We expect great things from you. First order of business: Get that fucking neck tattoo removed before your double chin settles into a waddle and it goes all origami on your ass.
Finally, it was nice to Daniel V. sitting in the front row. He’s still dreamy—and he should have won last season’s competition. Oh, and the clusterfuck at Spitfire? They had a live feed—so anyone who showed up early saw the East Coast airing at 7, the Central airing at 8, the Mountain airing at 9, and finally the West Coast airing at 10. If you arrived at ten minutes to ten, er, um, well, then you caught the last few minutes of the show. Talk about spoilers. Still, the drink specials were great, the bartenders were hot, and the hairdos were amazing. Thanks to Spitfire, Vain, and everyone who braved the first of what will be many shitty, shitty cold & wet fall/winter/spring days.