Project Runway of the Triffids
Feb. 2nd, 2006 08:23 amVery disappointing episode of Project Runway last night. I can see just Michael Kors now, a very drunk Michael Kors, crashing the story conference, with a list of Oscar nominees clutched in his sweaty hands, Oscar nominees who will never ask him to design their red carpet gowns because even now their personal assistants are too busy lining up in front of Badgley & Mischka's Rodeo Drive Versaille and there's nothing the hoary ghost of Doris Duke can do about it.
"They're gonna be judges? I'll give them something to judge. Wanna see my Tiny Tim impersonation? Wait! There's an idea…"
I mean, I personally don't care what Triffids wear to the Academy Awards. Do you?
The Supermarket Challenge from Season One was a similar novelty act but it worked. Mostly because of the timing: viewer didn't know any of the designers, viewer was looking more for a quick read on the personalities, a creative Rorschach as it were.
This late in the season, viewer is interested in real clothes.
South African girl went into the challenge with a big, fat target on her back so through the immutable laws of Reality Television, we knew she was Safe. Andrae's Astroturf toga was the most hideous of a truly hideous lot: Auf Wiedersehen was inevitable. I was hoping Heidi would go into labor right there on the stage. That might have provided some dramatic suspense. Otherwise, awful, awful, awful. If I want crafts projects, I'll watch Martha Stewart.
Of course, I can't drop Project Runway since it's now calendared in on my social schedule: every Wednesday promptly at 10pm, Lucius calls and from the respective squalor of our little hovels, we watch together, joined in LUV for Heidi – Hitler's dream girl – and HATRED for the evil, Iago-esque Michael Kors. This is sick, but also kind of cute.
"They're gonna be judges? I'll give them something to judge. Wanna see my Tiny Tim impersonation? Wait! There's an idea…"
I mean, I personally don't care what Triffids wear to the Academy Awards. Do you?
The Supermarket Challenge from Season One was a similar novelty act but it worked. Mostly because of the timing: viewer didn't know any of the designers, viewer was looking more for a quick read on the personalities, a creative Rorschach as it were.
This late in the season, viewer is interested in real clothes.
South African girl went into the challenge with a big, fat target on her back so through the immutable laws of Reality Television, we knew she was Safe. Andrae's Astroturf toga was the most hideous of a truly hideous lot: Auf Wiedersehen was inevitable. I was hoping Heidi would go into labor right there on the stage. That might have provided some dramatic suspense. Otherwise, awful, awful, awful. If I want crafts projects, I'll watch Martha Stewart.
Of course, I can't drop Project Runway since it's now calendared in on my social schedule: every Wednesday promptly at 10pm, Lucius calls and from the respective squalor of our little hovels, we watch together, joined in LUV for Heidi – Hitler's dream girl – and HATRED for the evil, Iago-esque Michael Kors. This is sick, but also kind of cute.
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Date: 2006-02-02 09:32 pm (UTC)I'd love to see Daniel V win. I've liked most all of his stuff. And he's way cuter than Santino.
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