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Ah, Project Runway and its Bichon Frise puppy, Project Jaye! Does television get any better? I think not. The poignance of that one phonecall where Heidi scrapes Jaye off the bottom of her Manolo Blahnik like gummy brown spit from old Pappy McCarroll's tobacco chaw.
"But you will be there in February for my show, right?" Jaye asks nervously.
An icy beat. Our hearts stand still.
"I will definitely try," says Ms. Auf Wiedersehen.
(Confidential to Jaye: that's a no.)
Personally I suspect what happened is that Heidi smelled the dress when Jaye took it for the fitting and realized that the nicotine fumes would poison her breast milk. It was a great looking dress but Jaye really should have strapped on about five 20 mg nicotine patches before he let himself get anywhere near the fabric.
Or maybe Heidi was punishing him for turning down the fabulous BaNaNa Republic mentorship.
I don't think Jaye has a future in the world of New York design actually. His moment has come and gone, and unlike Santino – who's very good at the ass-kissing thing – Jaye is constitutionally incapable of being someone other than his blunt, disarming self. And the Amish look just doesn't work in a mass-produced line. Even if you like the aesthetic (which personally, I don't), it would be very expensive to scale, all that patching and mixed fabrics.
Loved Nick and Santino's version of Project Runway: The Musical. Loved Andrae and his strange accents! Even found Santino's explanation for his constant obnoxiousness convincing: "C'mon! It's like a basketball game. You gotta psych out the competition."
My only real disappointment was that the token straight male turned out to be Daniel Franko.
In the midst of this whirling kaleidoscope of colorful dysfunction, Chloe continued to impress me with her good sense and groundedness. She's the one I'm rooting for to win.
In other news, the Tour of California just zoomed up my block. Competitive cycling was my sport back in the days when I used to be a jock and seeing all those gorgeous guys on their gorgeous machines on a gorgeous day gave me a nice warm glow that (hopefully) will last the rest of the day!
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"But you will be there in February for my show, right?" Jaye asks nervously.
An icy beat. Our hearts stand still.
"I will definitely try," says Ms. Auf Wiedersehen.
(Confidential to Jaye: that's a no.)
Personally I suspect what happened is that Heidi smelled the dress when Jaye took it for the fitting and realized that the nicotine fumes would poison her breast milk. It was a great looking dress but Jaye really should have strapped on about five 20 mg nicotine patches before he let himself get anywhere near the fabric.
Or maybe Heidi was punishing him for turning down the fabulous BaNaNa Republic mentorship.
I don't think Jaye has a future in the world of New York design actually. His moment has come and gone, and unlike Santino – who's very good at the ass-kissing thing – Jaye is constitutionally incapable of being someone other than his blunt, disarming self. And the Amish look just doesn't work in a mass-produced line. Even if you like the aesthetic (which personally, I don't), it would be very expensive to scale, all that patching and mixed fabrics.
Loved Nick and Santino's version of Project Runway: The Musical. Loved Andrae and his strange accents! Even found Santino's explanation for his constant obnoxiousness convincing: "C'mon! It's like a basketball game. You gotta psych out the competition."
My only real disappointment was that the token straight male turned out to be Daniel Franko.In the midst of this whirling kaleidoscope of colorful dysfunction, Chloe continued to impress me with her good sense and groundedness. She's the one I'm rooting for to win.
In other news, the Tour of California just zoomed up my block. Competitive cycling was my sport back in the days when I used to be a jock and seeing all those gorgeous guys on their gorgeous machines on a gorgeous day gave me a nice warm glow that (hopefully) will last the rest of the day!
( Read more... )
