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Project Runway Update plus Petty Bitching
Mar. 2nd, 2006 08:15 amIf face time is any clue, then Santino is the clear Project Runway winner.
Santino got to parade his human side for a full 7 minutes – no commercial breaks! Poor Chloe and Daniel V. were bookended together between an increasingly desperate-looking Bill Ford's solicitations on behalf of Ford Focus and promos for that totally uninspired chef Apprentice knock-off. (The only way I'll ever watch that is if the first challenge involves making an edible school lunches for a picky eleven and a half year eater.)
So I guess that means in terms of sheer victimhood quotient, being gay, half-black and a refugee from Flyover Land trumps being a Vietnamese boat person?
Who knew?
They didn't show enough clothes. The collection run-throughs were way cursory. Loved my one point five second glimpse of Santino's multi-hued flapper dress – but perhaps it was the lighting in Santino's rented Hollywood Hills house I was loving? Impossible to say. Oh, those arched French windows, oh those perfect wooden floors! Hello ghost of Veronica Lake playing hide and seek among the hangers!
Daniel's collection did nothing for me. I've never been a big Chanel fan.
I liked Chloe's dresses on the hanger – bouffant satin prom dresses have always been a weakness of mine – but they weren't very sophisticated. I was also kinda disappointed that Bravo's executive producers didn't bribe the Dao sisters into performing a rousing chorus of I Enjoy Being A Girl.
In other news, yesterday was kind of a wasted day. I need to recharge my batteries. Screaming fest with Robin over homework. Temescal Café folk think the website price I batted them is waaaay too high. Little Store did shit business. (Rain, midweek.) My lease on Cannery Row is up in August which brings up the whole issue of whether I even want to continue the Little Store – in many ways, I like the Little Store better than anything I've ever done, love the fact that I've created a mini-pop-culture-phenomenon flying low under the radar, love the drama and the connections it brings me with interesting people I'd never otherwise get the opportunity to meet. But it's a backbreaking amount of work, and while it doesn't lose money over the course of year, it doesn't make money either. And the cash flow is way too variable. In any given week, day-by-day revenues will fluctuate a thousand percent! Literally. Of course I suspect this is the way of life for all small shopkeepers. And we're the backbone of the American economy. Or so they tell me.
Santino got to parade his human side for a full 7 minutes – no commercial breaks! Poor Chloe and Daniel V. were bookended together between an increasingly desperate-looking Bill Ford's solicitations on behalf of Ford Focus and promos for that totally uninspired chef Apprentice knock-off. (The only way I'll ever watch that is if the first challenge involves making an edible school lunches for a picky eleven and a half year eater.)
So I guess that means in terms of sheer victimhood quotient, being gay, half-black and a refugee from Flyover Land trumps being a Vietnamese boat person?
Who knew?
They didn't show enough clothes. The collection run-throughs were way cursory. Loved my one point five second glimpse of Santino's multi-hued flapper dress – but perhaps it was the lighting in Santino's rented Hollywood Hills house I was loving? Impossible to say. Oh, those arched French windows, oh those perfect wooden floors! Hello ghost of Veronica Lake playing hide and seek among the hangers!
Daniel's collection did nothing for me. I've never been a big Chanel fan.
I liked Chloe's dresses on the hanger – bouffant satin prom dresses have always been a weakness of mine – but they weren't very sophisticated. I was also kinda disappointed that Bravo's executive producers didn't bribe the Dao sisters into performing a rousing chorus of I Enjoy Being A Girl.
In other news, yesterday was kind of a wasted day. I need to recharge my batteries. Screaming fest with Robin over homework. Temescal Café folk think the website price I batted them is waaaay too high. Little Store did shit business. (Rain, midweek.) My lease on Cannery Row is up in August which brings up the whole issue of whether I even want to continue the Little Store – in many ways, I like the Little Store better than anything I've ever done, love the fact that I've created a mini-pop-culture-phenomenon flying low under the radar, love the drama and the connections it brings me with interesting people I'd never otherwise get the opportunity to meet. But it's a backbreaking amount of work, and while it doesn't lose money over the course of year, it doesn't make money either. And the cash flow is way too variable. In any given week, day-by-day revenues will fluctuate a thousand percent! Literally. Of course I suspect this is the way of life for all small shopkeepers. And we're the backbone of the American economy. Or so they tell me.
